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The clouds are pregnant
With rain water

Earth waited with
Anticipation

Alas! It's abortion
Blood all over the sky

Sun's blazing
Hot
It's been two years since we have proper rains
  Apr 2015 GitacharYa VedaLa
blythe
'Hey, Beautiful!'
That is how boys get attention;
Saying sweet cherry-topped words
Sounds romantic and endearing;
Words of praises
For those pretty faces;
But they don't plan to stick till the end
To them, love is just a game -
The first to fall loses;
When the game is over,
A new playmate is what they'll look for.
No offense to all the guys here. I am just writing my thoughts about those boys who think girls are just toys whom they can play with and dispose of anytime they got bored of playing. I think guys are not all like that, hopefully. :)
wind of summer
too vagabond
drunk
touching the melancholy afternoon
of the last pale season

flowing over the
deep yellow barren field
echoing the last mystic sound
though yet romantic
spring
the purples are deep
divine

butterflies are flying around
a few birds playing
on the ground
suddenly singing
uttering love

yellow
the golden yellow floating
in the eyes  
over hued
saturated

dropping on the ignored
dry
wither leaves
as the rain drops that has made
a blue
day dream

crossing over the mind  
a jingle
leap singing
classic
the very lost spring
scrolling into
soul

even in the lonely dark night
rolling up
the sound
as the rolling stone
of the sounding sea

@Musfiq us shaleheen
  Mar 2015 GitacharYa VedaLa
blythe
There was never a night
That I slept without thinking of you
Wishing your were right here with me -
It is the warmth you offer
That I always yearn for.

Now that you are finally here
No words can express
How happy I am
Wrapped in your warm presence -
A true good night rest.
Sounds romantic, isn't it?
But the truth is, it is not. This is dedicated to my thick fury pink blanket. :D I missed my blanket that much! Haha.
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