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Nandini Jun 2014
My heart entwined into her  Kangna …
They whisper to each other ,
through their twinkling murmurs and giggles.
As her perfect slender arms ,
sway across the mystical winding of her hips,
They rhythmically dance to her pulse being the tune.

Anware of her presence lost into boyish laughter ,
shes  walking across me on sun parched streets,
Her Kangna summons me ,
and I wear my heart on my sleeve ,
My heart again entwined into her Kangna .

The sun has smeared the sky with crimson orange ,
I stand possessed by her kohl rimmed eyes,
and oh! she quickly lowers her gaze .
Every ray flirtingly kisses your Kangna goodbye,
as if to taunt me.

Its Friday filling my eyes with surma ,
I almost have bathed in athar comes the call  for prayer .
pulling my saafa onto my shoulders after prayer I leave.
I find her choosing mirrors for her choli in the bazaar.
She blushes pink on seeing me gaping at her awestruck,
and the boys teasingly cheer my name “Marauf!”
As she shifts her hair to the back of her ear ,
her Kangna cast their spell again..
And my heart's entwined into her Kangna.

I  once heard one of the mullahs saying,
"women are made of more jealousy than water"
i wonder thats true because as she walks to fetch water,
jealousy pours down in the womens eyes
for every mujnoon yearns for her glimpse.

Absently thinking you swirl your Kangna ,
the fragrance of your  skin mesmerizes them.
They know your secrets and unveil them to me,
through their delicate minakari embossed in their glitter.

i wait drowned in impatience ,
my eyes searching traces of you in the street,
when you tap me out of my search,
i feel myself melting away on your touch,
as again my heart's entwined into your Kangna forever i guess ?
Kangna : Bangle ,
Surma : kajal,
Athar : perfume
Saafa : Scarf
Mullah : a learned muslim person in arabic
Minakari : jewellery design
Nandini Jun 2014
They slumber in the deepest of the minds,
they battle conquer lose even die as time unwinds
our lives their playground , its always been.
once they decided to hide and seek,
madness was counting while wanting to break free,
Lie hide like  it always  , behind  the  most beautiful tree.
love with no place to hide but a rose bush,
Everyone was caught except love hiding in ambush.
Envy revealed  loves hideout  to madness with jealousy,
madness jumped in and dragged love carelessly.
Fate blinded love as it lost its eyes to the thorns,
Now God  thundered a curse for madness to adorn.
That madness to be around  love till end of time ,
this  pushes me to wonder
maybe thats how loves called blind while madness always accompanies it !
My friend read this to me ..... ive laid it down in my words giving it a face of a story.
Nandini Jun 2014
Let me whisper to you then
My heart , I've missed you.
As you've been away
Trampled , soiled with pain.
My nights cried away
My Sun eclipsed with lonliness.
Come back my beloved
My heart doesn't follow me ,
But tis bleeding away only to be with you ...
Nandini Apr 2014
Do you ever remember,
to miss me ?
Like I don't miss ever,
to remember you ....
It aches when you can't make someone love you back ...
Nandini Apr 2014
Wanting to rip your throat out ,
To drink of your bleeding heart ,
Kissing you at the same time ...
Darling my love s cannibalistic .
I love you to an extent with the intent to **** .... ****** love
Nandini Apr 2014
Those moments in your arms,
that birthed eternity,
of our fragile love.
Oh! how i want to niche myself ,
deeper into your chest.

As we laid beneath the moonlit skies,
soaking the descending silver stardust,
your hands woven into mine , faithfully,
come then let me spin my life into yours.

As your chestnut eyes gaze the infinite heavens,
let me tell you then,
i want to carry the galaxies over,
all of them , aligning in your eyes.

All those rains we shared,
my soul drenched ,
my wounds cleansed.
You became my flawless sanity.

Now that you breathe,
life on my lips.
"What am i to you ?" you riddled me ,
Let me tell you then,
you're my ink , pure and absolute,
you are  closer to me than my jugular vein.
Falling in love is the ring of fire your into , its self ignited.
"In love people enshrine into each others hearts
to dwell as one soul...."  - Atharva Veda 7.36
  Apr 2014 Nandini
SG Holter
He stood on her doorstep, flowers in hand.
In coat of his father's, resembling a man.
Still queenless a king, now he stands like a slave.
Flowers in hand, resembling a grave.
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