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 Feb 2015 Bharti Singh
ThePoet
You cannot fix yourself with what

you destroyed yourself with.

©
Your smile holds the secrets
Of the beatific day
Eyes envision the brightness
In the heart
Words of gratitude cascade
From your lips
Your touch stirs hope
In the lifeless soul
Your heart has enough room
To hold our secrets
Your aura dispels the darkness
You are the creation
Of my most beautiful imagination
Dream within a dream
I wake up every day, with a smile
 Jan 2015 Bharti Singh
Carolin
Pour sunshine on my face.
Dress me up in your favorite
black lace. Run away with me
to a secret place. Where we
won't be found. I won't mind if
it's even a cottage built near the
river side. Or on the woods
grounds where the wolves run
wild and free marking each and
every tree. Howl at night to the
moon with me. Eat the stars at
night during dinner time. Let me
taste the red wine from your lips.
Grab me by the heart and hips and dance with me. Water the flowers
on our window pane with tears of
joy. Take me to a place where no
one will stop by just to annoy us
so they can feel pretty satisfied
from the inside. Guard me with
your light and wings. Drench me
with your love at night. Press your body over mine. Put your lips to my neck. Rip the clothes off my skin.
Give me shivers and shakes oh for heaven's sake. I know your fingers argue all the time about which
parts of me they crave. I'm all yours , touch me all at once under the
night's moon light. Kiss my soul
and mind kiss me all* ~
 Jan 2015 Bharti Singh
ryn
.
never
underestimate a

b            o  k             n
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heart,


that's what sets it
apart...
The lucent halo covered her wedding gown,
Exchanging glances they took the bridal vows,
Beside the tablescape he wore her the crown,
With a sparkling mirth, she canoodled her spouse.

The chirpy memories are still alive,
Emerging out of the star-crossed soul,
The mortal malady shall perish, and bliss will thrive,  
Tribulations shall cease, with attempts to console.

The spotlight flashed his eyes,
Teardrops gently rolled over his cheeks with a surprise,
Resting his mind awhile, he gazed at the skies,
The wholehearted love seemed to be a sublime paradise.
She is the lady on the road.

She is a mother, a sister, a colleague, a bird, a lassie, a damsel.
She is the lady on the road.

She spreads love and enriches kindness in the society,
She is the crux of an organization, and the fundamental principles.
She is the lady on the road.

She twinkles with the stars and shimmers with the moon,
She scampers with her pets and hops like a frog,
She is not a nomad, but a faithful keeper.
She is the lady on the road.

She wears short skirts,
She wears tight tops,
She doesn't encourage the flirts,
She neither abominates the leering of cops.
She is the lady on the road.

She holds a honourable reputation,
She forms the base of ethical standards,
She buries the grudges and resolves the dissension,
She consolidates herself and maintains her fettle,
She is the epitome of cheerful disposition.
She is the lady on the road.

She ignores the catcalls,
She endures the torture and prevails her morale,
She is a monument unshakable, and a stone unbreakable,
She dumps her burdens and enlightens her destiny,
She protects her dignity and negotiates with denunciation,
She does no harm, but deals with it.
She is the lady on the road, ..the seventh wonder of the world.
The women of a country are the colors of your flag.
 Jan 2015 Bharti Singh
Victor
Love for everything there is to live.
Live for everything there is to love.
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