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amrutha Apr 2014
'Can you be mine?'
She asks.
'Conditions apply'
Came the reply.
  Apr 2014 amrutha
Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
amrutha Apr 2014
When the boat sails, I look back to smile at the distance behind
When the sun wakes up, I still wave back at the moon
When I feel happy, I miss the pain which helped me grow
When I could shop anew, I explore the store room.
When the world is sleeping, I stay up and dream
When the cold is seeping, I miss the midday summer struggles
When mother is ill and silent, I crave for her anger steam
When I find Math easy, I dig for those impossible puzzles.
Within the past, I find myself
History holds the solutions to all unanswered questions
Along the lines of the present, I breathe
Old is gold and new brings opportunity
Goodbye, the hardest word, it will always be.
amrutha Apr 2014
Raindrops raindrops feel my skin
Bring with you the monsoon din
Sweep a smile across my face
Purify me with your flowing grace.

The skies are raining cats and dogs
I sing my song to the birds and frogs
From over the moon the raindrops fall
To free this world of the heat and haul.
amrutha Apr 2014
Sauntering around like the dreamy clouds do,
I devote my eyes to the breath-taking beauty of the night sky.
He is my best friend. He stole my heart.
He pacified my thoughts with his stable grace,
and his mysterious silver embroidery surface.
He had me with his beautiful crescent-like smile
and his fulsome jewel-like face.
That radiance cannot be made. It cannot be faked.
No disguise, no wizard, no human, no technology would replace
the glory of this unreal solid.
He is the beat of my heart, the enigma behind my mind.
My ultimate source of emotion, passion, love,
Endurance, lust, ambition, sensuality.
A condition for heavenly survival.
The lover of the dark, the emperor of beauty,
The slayer of skepticism, The one with termless complexion,

An illusion you wouldn't imagine even when you are drunk.
  And that is, just to me.
One mere human out of gazillion.
To me. One whole shade of soul.
One whole set of crazy wonders.
It works miraculously to this extent to some
But this way, Just to me.
amrutha Apr 2014
Religions matter
Opinions hurt
Time drugs me
Disgust and dirt
Fake phenomenon
Music-free pop concerts
Logic outwits emotion
When I live outside me,
When my mind I desert.
  Apr 2014 amrutha
Jorge L Echevarria
Wondrous and momentous, why does this hurt?
Evanescence of your taste, as sweet as dessert
A delicacy you told me only I understand
I can count the times you said I love you on one hand
Thoughts of you boil my blood down deep
They unfold the lies which succeeded in haunting my sleep
A ghost of my past present and future I'll never forget
The day that fate decided when and where we first met
With just a smile, you savored my attention
Just a mere touch vanquished my world without convention
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