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Shivam S May 2014
I loved her lips
she adored my hair
both of us fondled
in that hot summer air
i would make excuses to meet her,
you see,she was my neighbour
and at times would do me the favour
but the pleasure exceeded beyond imaginations
i would wake up everyday for her fondly sensations.
Yes i loved her lips and yet never kissed them
she loved my hair and would always touch them,
i craved that mole beneath her lower lip and the one on the shoulder
the two black dots had become the center of my endless fantasies.
At times she would press her against me
and my whole body shivered in a fountain of lust
she would look at me with those luscious eyes as if now she would tear my flesh and eat me up,
Oh! I should have eaten her up the very first time.
I loved her lips,i still do
she adored my hair, (I wonder does she now?)
thinking about her makes my soul bare
and writing certainly doesn't do much fair.
Then i went away as did she
and with this ended,the steamy noons,the luscious looks
endless fantasies and her glossy lovely lips.
I still love her lower lip and the mole beneath it,I still do.
Shivam S Apr 2014
A gaze into the maiden eyes....
sight of some untold pain inside ....
i asked her to share the same....

"don't follow the shadows of my pain...
don't rest in the shade of my heart....
my soul is but  burning sand...
turning into glass to break again..."
said she....

and then i left her in the lap of solitary bliss.....
with flames in the heart and a painful twitch.....
thus i wander alone in these heavenly lands....
with a crimson heart in my hands...
wishing it would stop some day...
as i rest beneath her lovely rays,
as a wish is all that a man can make.
Shivam S Apr 2014
When i am yet of this world
understand me as i ought to be
believe in me as i should be,
and when i become of the afterlife,
bury me in satin my friend,
do not burn me from your thoughts,
as i yet wish to live from the underground,
as this is all i would have lived for.
And if you do burn me,
let my ashes fly with the easterly winds,
so that i may yet live again,
wander aimlessly over the sands of grain...
and feel the scents of homely joy,
like almighty's beloved toy.
Shivam S Apr 2014
Everyday i see two puppies near my room,
playing,bouncing,barking,running around and around,
(real happy with no gloom always happy and cheerful playing)
sometimes they wag their tail and run behind me,
and foolish of me i start to sprint away.
sometimes i wonder if they fight,
because today they are sleeping apart at night,
one beneath the stairs and the other on a rug,
not an air of love between them,
laying in a corner both of them sulk.
perhaps their mother would come the other day,
and make things okay,
then they will bark,run and play insane,
around and around near my room again,
and i will run from them.
Shivam S Apr 2014
I look into her eyes,I see me.
I listen to her heart beating,mine stops.
I feel her touch,nothing as such.
I fear her wrath,end of all above.

She says,you are not the man i loved,
I say,now love you don't see me as such.
She says,My heart doesn't beats for you,
I say,i could stop mine for you.

She sheds tears,says you don't understand me anymore.
I shed the same,said,has there anyone been before?
She Walks out,leaving me cold,
I wait forever,wishing i should have told.

She went,I wept,
Left me numb,like a wasted bread crumb.
yet i wait,that she would return one day,
As i walk on the road,at which she strolled,
leaving me cold,numb,like a wasted crumb,
Like a dead man's tomb.
I remember she,
Such is my love,
and she said "You don't love me anymore"?.
how could she?
Shivam S Apr 2014
I look up to the sky,clear night,
I see my rock of sins,
bloodied in past misdeeds..
everyday the symmetry fresh,
different shades,never to fade..
they say our sins wash away,
I say they evaporate,
or else how could i see my rock of sins,
crimson in it's gloomy way..
crimson as the blood in my veins,
and dark as my secrets prevail..
everyday i gaze at my rock of sins,
float up there by all means...
I wonder if it would stray away,
and redeem me of my vicious ways..
oh! my rock of sins,in the sky,
floating in the crystal night everyday...
Shivam S Apr 2014
What is light,if there were nothing to be shone by it,
these objects of bright a reminder of it's materialistic glory;

And what is light,to a needy child,sitting by the window beneath it,
where he sees the world shine by it's luminescence,except the darkness within;

And what of light,if it ain't bright,
would it still be the signature of hope,an aura of positive,
which it does proudly carries;

Would it be still more divine,
if it's all,except of as it is?
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