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 Apr 2015
amrutha
It's early morning when he opens those gorgeous eyes,
Black and beautiful, precious and shying away
Early birds twitter, early lovers kiss
With faded early moons in their eyes
Burning, their thirsty lips, pale their fingertips
Coyly around his neck her wrist
and The forest breeze has woken up
Wailing like an infant, softly into the air
Who said love is a quiet bud in the bloom?
It's a wolf screaming with desire
And gratitude and coldness
It's that cave somewhere deep into the woods
Which you'll find,
and enter,
and wonder how you've ended up there.
 Apr 2015
amrutha
Scraped till bled, alive after they have her dead
To be left alone, she dreams of silence
At the foot of the lunatic's hill
With the mangy beasts of the wild
Which won't let you live they tell her.
They tell her their many many stories
With conclusions and morals
As she looks up at the ravens in the sky.
Hopeless.
Isn't she?
'Leave me where the air smells of rain, with silence hung in the air.
Leave me there and forget I exist.'
 Jun 2014
amrutha
Get ready to fly with bleeding wings.
 Jun 2014
amrutha
When you want it to be
No force can stop you
When you expect miracles
No logic will guide you.
Awaken your senses
Set your sight on fire
Let your eyes gleam with
What within does hide.
Desert your brain
Control your mind
You are a wizard
Let your power shine.
Seek the impossible
Shaken dreams to truth
Show to your own self
What a wonder you are.
 Apr 2014
amrutha
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.
 Mar 2014
amrutha
Pause before you say Life is unfair
Learn to make a single flower your garden
Master the art of saying No
Learn to keep curiosity under control.
Watch all your hopes shatter
Just to build them over again once more
Admire before you criticize
Get rid of that good-for-nothing ego.
Following rules or spontaneously living the moment
The choices are always yours
But like the great men always say
Be the change you want to see in the world.
Remind yourself of these things every day
And Ah! What a work of art you are
There is none on this planet
Who is just the kind of beautiful you are.
-Amy. Inspiration is everywhere.

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