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amrutha Apr 2014
Your manly scent
Infinite bliss
The special treatment
Undiscovered stares
Your "I am a gentleman" mode
Counting the patterns on your shirt
Unintended strolls in the corridor
Spending hours at the water tap
Guilty ignorance
Being young at heart
Hilarious awkwardness
The "what the heck did I just say?"
Uncontrollable blushing
These things are as many as there are drops in rain
Do not miss me yet
For it will rain
Once again.
amrutha Apr 2014
I am not afraid of darkness
Why should I be?
The brightest of all lights
Is shining within me.
amrutha Apr 2014
The tears are yours,
the pain is mine
The wounds are yours,
the blood which runs out?
Mine.
The fears are yours,
the trials are mine
The problem is yours,
Just who the hell am I?
amrutha Apr 2014
Lips of an angel
Her skin, sun-kissed
Hard to bid farewell
Beauty descends upon her bliss.
That curve on her lips
The structure of those hips
Her smile, jailed you in ecstasy
For her, your nights you skip.
Exploring deeper down,
Her beauty matches her ego
Her body hides her corrupt soul
Jealousy, hatred and disloyalty
Her heart—rotten, beastly and stole.
amrutha Mar 2014
The sea kissed the shore
The earth made love to the core
The heavens opened wide their gates and doors
Icy drops of fresh rain blessed the floor.
The fog masked over the moon
Nocturnal lovers cherishing the boon
As nice as under an umbrella in summer noon
Kids licking honey off a silver spoon.
Thoughts of beautiful things flock my mind
The feeling is indescribable
The impossible happen
When you look into my eyes like you do.
amrutha Mar 2014
"What great deeds have you done
for God to bestow blessings upon you?
Ask yourself
Are you worthy?
Have you not turned down the needy?
Do you realize the concept of empathy?
Are you sin-free?
Speak up!
Tell me why you want everything you wish for.
"
The angel softly whispered.


"I don't know.
All I know is that I'm not bad enough to be going through this.
"
replied he.
Whose side would you take?
amrutha Mar 2014
She can see her dreams
But cannot reach out to them
She is the bird in an open cage
With wounded wings.
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