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 Dec 2015 toots
Kunal Kar
This life like a burning cigarette,
Fades in the craziest adventures.
For we are stuck at the dares of risk,
Questioning the outcome of those ventures.

Crazy is this rubber heart of mine,
Dressed with a suit of scratch,
And a tie of wondrousness.
When still there's a craving unexplained,
The miss of the touch of a woman.

These words are of this empty sky,
Who with all these celestic stars,
Misses the solitude of a burning comet,
The simple equation of being loved,
Through the coast of a tired ocean.

This eyes has seen a lot of happiness,
Felt long waves of impervious joy,
Through friends with shared shoulders,
Has walked several roads to fame.
Yeah, there were times with love,
Where the moon looked so bright,
Where the seasons seemed alive,
But still I wave my flag,
For the love of a lifetime,
For the touch of her skin.

In this room of mine,
The pictures of my smiling faces stand,
On the wall of beautiful mistakes.
For this life has been rewarding,
With friends, health and beauty.
For the music has been an old friend,
For it has touched me on my darkest days.

The songs of the summer,
The romantic melody of a lover's heart,
Entwined with the music of the piano,
Touched and left my soul empty.
For all the music of the world,
For all the money made,
For all the desires of life,
The touch of a woman I would trade.

This poet's words may feel literal,
This heavy rain may feel dry,
For this words were carved out of my heart,
For this song for her shall never die.
 Dec 2015 toots
Kunal Kar
I woke up with gloomy dreams,
A pretty face I remember,
She had the vive of a queen,
While I was the slave of cold December.

Dream again, I ask my heart and mind,
Fading images meant this story's end,
So my eyes wore a sailor's dress,
Searching for a lost pile of sand.

The minutes of that dream shaped my hours dull,
With no awe in this life , I waited for her call,
I became what they call incorrigible,
As this desert heart now needed a last rainfall,

I never asked for her lover's heart,
Just to watch her skip my heartbeat,
Nor craved for those moonlight lips,
As I spend a lifetime watching our eyes meet.

The dream may never come,
Her sunset eyes may never rise,
For the sake of my capacious heart, I still close my eyes,
To live a thousand deaths to once see her blue sunset eyes.
 Dec 2015 toots
Austin B
Rise
 Dec 2015 toots
Austin B
How is it that you continue to steal my heart?
When the sun hasn't even risen,
And the day has yet to become.

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