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Dec 2015 · 1.5k
Will you be mine?
Neha Chaudhary Dec 2015
Our love flows in the moon,
Entangled in its craters and mountains,
serene, pure with soft whisperings.
My soliciting heart seeks you.

And you make it drink the elixir of love.
Far away the ocean sounds and resounds,
Like the echoes of your name in my heart.
I love you and now I write on my heart.

I end each sentence with your breaths,
A perpetual poem, it is indeed.
Come here and I'll love you till the end of time,
We will be drowsy and drunk on passion.

You are the one who can make this day sublime,
So will you please be mine?

© Neha Chaudhary, 3 months ago
Dec 2015 · 786
Drops of Jupiter
Neha Chaudhary Dec 2015
Memories drift me away to
The yonder fun filled days.
And this letter makes me recall
The Milky Way, I visited last month.
There are drops of Jupiter in my hair.

Will you pick them for me?
Dec 2015 · 569
Roughshod waves
Neha Chaudhary Dec 2015
Is it for the victims that I weep,
Or for the caged birds in hell,
Or for the miserable plight of children,
Or to the callousness of statesmen?

Vicious circles call for exploitation,
And slump us in the quicksand
Of avarice and heinousness.
And the spring gets lost in gelid sighs.

Human is indeed an animal.
Nov 2015 · 556
Sangfroid Eyes
Neha Chaudhary Nov 2015
When I look in her eyes,
I see waves rising and falling.
They make me think of wide open skies
that are even out of my dreams.
Crystal shines with shimmers of sun,
Spikes hurt the pacific edges,
And the black hole absorbs everything.
These sangfroid eyes are beautiful.

Maybe eyes are the best creation of God.
They reflect me, and they reflect her.
Like an éclair without the cream filling,
things are stuck in her eyes.
And these things can't proclaim their pain.
Yes, she is afraid of breaking down.
And that is why words cease to exist before these sangfroid eyes.
Nov 2015 · 502
Harmonious love
Neha Chaudhary Nov 2015
In my sombre sky, you are like a cloud,
Showering kisses like alacrious rains.
Promising me a world full of exaltations,
Your love has turned reality better than dreams.

I become the hyacinth twisted over your soul,
When the insatiable essences environ us.
Your gaze lights me with crimson color.
Cuddling and squealing are always my dulcet reminiscences.

Our nomadic kisses travel everywhere,
Guided by our fingers interlocked.
The enchanting elixir of yours,
Is like hot silk on my *****.

Oh my love! You are the rains of solace.
Your buttress keeps me from falling,
And those caressing hands have always wiped my tears.
It was you who always melted the snow.

Here, I raise my song to you.
And as I love you, the birds pipe out,
The withered flowers brighten up,
And baby, I fall in your arms.
Nov 2015 · 552
River Bliss
Neha Chaudhary Nov 2015
The best way to squander a weekend
In indolent repose, is to sit by a river.
And to watch it with adherence,
With cool breeze swaying your hair.

Shadowed beneath the luscious trees,
The emerald grass and jagged rocks are her guards.
She scatters the wealth of tranquillity,
Over people who come to admire her.

On and on it flows through the landscape,
Like strips of glossy azure ribbon.
Far down within its *****,
Swim the crystal fishes over the pearly pebbles.

The banks of her give soft, serene, cool shade
To the infants of Mother Earth.
The birds sing the chansonnette ,
And amplify your anthem of pacific flowing.

Summer wind floats and the butterflies flutter,
And the eddies gleam and quiver.
O blue diadem!
Keep on showering your River Bliss on us.
Nov 2015 · 1.2k
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Neha Chaudhary Nov 2015
Coastal air got obnubilate by her breaths,
And made the infuscated horizon to melt.
The adipsous dusk like an alchemy
Brought us together,
And underneath the stars we made constellations.

In the midst of it, so alive and alone
Breaths support like bones.
We draw figures in the calcareous sand,
And the sea erases their calligraphy,
But not our smell from its granuels.

The islands today too stand *****,
To look at our eternall love.
The coconut tree bends to offer us bower.
And I still remember your tender heart,
cherubic smile, rosy cheeks and all of you.

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