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Will you stay until the night has gone
And till, the morning shines all bright
When the birds welcome the lord and fresh dew starts to escape in light

Stay until the dream last
When the mystical galaxies expand
Until the stars fade away
And the moist sun stands

Stay until the rivers rest
Before they surrender into the sea
From ponds and lakes
Till they break all ties to be free

Please stay until it snows
When the town is covered in white
And your embrace is the only warmth
To keep the love burning alive




Manisha
Nostalgic musical memories and nothing else
The promise
of emptiness
Is no reward for
the miles you
Walked
on daggers.
 Nov 2015 Prabhu Moorthy
Riya
“Give me a reason to live” He said,
staring into the abyss that moaned his name.
“I can give you a thousand” I said
Grabbing a hold of his hand in an attempt
to ****** the satisfaction oblivion will gain.

The feel of your lips against my skin
Burning my flesh,
Lingering.
Your fingers raking through my hair,
Pulling and claiming what’s rightfully
Yours.

The way my fingers fit
So Perfectly in between yours.
The way our hands move,
Creating a Play with mere shadows.
Our moans
Groans,
Shouts,
Screams…
The way they are mere instruments
In creating a beautiful, sweaty symphony.

Darling, if not for me,
Or our memories,
Live for yourself,
Live to create new memories,
New favourites.
Live to be something,
Someone,
Forget thousands of reasons,
Baby,
You just need one.
Many poems I read seem so sad
The poems fills your eyes with tears
This doesn't mean the poems are bad
But sometimes a poem should be filled with cheer

There is so much beauty to write about
Not just lost love, fears, screams and shouts

A poem can be about
Flowers or trees
A poem can be about
Crystal blue seas

A poem can be about
a ring of smoke
Or a beautiful girl
Or about the beauty
We find in this world

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