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Waiting
ENDLESS waiting
Week after week
Waiting continues...
And then... .
More waiting...
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इंतेज़ार
कभी ना खत्म होने वाला इंतेज़ार.....

हफ्ते दर हफ्ते इंतेज़ार
और फिर
और इंतेज़ार...

Sparkle In Wisdom'
#mysituation
Planting seeds all alike
Some rot and lose the might
Toil he does for every grain
be it sun or the wanting rain
Watering and tending
With his bare hands
Watching the field of happy thoughts
Beaming with happiness,he stands tall
The farmer
With a happy crop
Drench us knee deep with high words of your experiences,
Fill our heads with your tender words,

Let us have our glass of wisdom,
From the words that will flow from your memoir,

This side are we, meek with folded hands awestruck...
That side be you... Our shining star..

Sparkle In Wisdom
# today in the full moon day, we in India celebrate "guru" poornima... Which is reverence of our teachers both physical and spiritual...
Another year gone by
This would've been our ninth
But you left this world before our third
I still remember our wedding day
My dress, your tux, our vows
Vows, til death do us part
You chose death and our fairytale ended
Ripped from the storybook
Crumpled and discarded
Me left alone with only memories of you
This day I remember our wedding
But another anniversary has overshadowed this one
That is the one of your death
A day so burned on my soul that I still smell the singed remnants of our future lost
Today on what would've been, what could've been
I imagine and I dream of things that will never come to be
Happy lonely anniversary to me
I know you're bad for me, but the smell of your skin intoxicates me

I know you're bad for me, but my thirst for the salty taste of you will never be quenched

I know you're bad for me, but the way you take my breath away with every kiss leaves me wanting more

I know you're bad for me, but the mere site of your body makes me need to touch you

I know your bad for me, but I will be burned by your fire over and over just to feel the way our bodies perform their exotic dance of pleasure

I know you're bad for me, but I want you anyway
Seducing you away from me.
Stealing what our future could be.
I try so hard, but I just can't compete.
When you'll do anything for your whiskey.

I can dress really **** and fix my hair.
I can do my makeup and put on heels, my highest pair.
But when you start sweating and your hands are shaking,
She's calling to you, and only she can stop your aching.

You'll make excuses and tell me lies.
To have her near, right by your side.
She's your mistress in a bottle, she tastes so sweet.
It doesn't matter what I do, with her you'll always cheat.
What is Poetry?
When your legs are numb,
Blood parching in your veins,
Throat choking from the pain,
And the fingers hitting the keys of the keyboard ceaselessly,
Trying ever so hard to create something impetuously,
Its poetry, you type.

When you dream of the possibilities,
And in what was once unimaginable,
You make the reader believe,
And change the way how their life, they perceive,
Its poetry, you dream.

When you play with words,
Just as an artist would play with colors,
To create a masterpiece,
That reaches the depths of the reader’s soul,
And burns them inside like coal,
Its poetry, you paint.

When you thread
Your fears, your desires,
Your insecurities, your pain,
All just to stay sane,
Its poetry you weave.

When your heart is melting
Like wax candles once lit,
And drops of tears smudge the ink,
To your knees you sink,
Its poetry, you bleed.
To all those out there who just enjoy painting their dreams with words that make it all seem so much more meaningful.
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