27/M/New Delhi, India When a new planet swims into his ken;
Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes
He star'd at the Pacific—and all his men
Look'd at each other with a wild surmise—
Silent, upon a peak in Darien. 256 followers / 97.5k words
Can you be the fire to my wood? I'd love to take you out for a cup of tea But, you seem like a woman meant for caramel coffee Maybe, you aren't just meant for me
Hence, we weren't a pair to be You had to make it three
Her eyes were fiery While her lips peeled away Her sun was setting But her colors never fade When she bites she is bitter But when she smiles she is sweet Like a nectarine emblem She’s the fruit of life’s tree.