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In the folds of night, as a wave, you came
Charioted in a filmy dream
All night you were with me
In love’s uncharted land, we roamed

You sang to me sweet rhymes of love
Echoing the lore of romantic lovers
Your voice choked and moist with passion
Overwhelming me with an ecstasy so rare

You fondled me with infinite tenderness
Opening in me all inlets of pleasure
Our hearts with divine furore filled
And we knew love’s sweet benediction

In the seclusion of that silvery night
Looking into the corners of your love lit eyes
I saw an ocean of rising and receding tides
And took a dip in the whirlpool of love

All night I inhaled your scent
Knew the warmth of your breath
****** the sweetness of your lips
Alas! With dawn, you faded away like dew
Son
.

Still the vacuum exists,
Still the soul is missed,
Still the emptiness persists,
And they say
Time is the best healer,
Time can give us time to adjust
But,
The pain never ceases,
The emotion never ends.

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Sparkle In Wisdom
14/7/2021
  Jul 2021 Sarita Aditya Verma
Traveler
In the rewrite of the holy scriptures'
That all religions shall obey
Adam and Eve
Shall live forever
In the garden where they were made...

Cain shall complete Able
At the carnivore vegan feast!
The Witch Of Endor shall be welcome
Along with the soothsayer of Beelzebuby

Moses shall have no need to leave
All humans shall be equally free
Love shall engulf the Egyptians
All shall get along according to the inscriptions
  
The patriarch shall be forgotten
Jude shall not be boughtten  
Noah shall need no ark
Job shall posses a pair
Satan shall posses a heart
Jesus shall not be so rare

The Psychedelic Mushroom shall replace
The trees of Eden
You shall meet up with God
Every time your eaten

Certain Heavens shall be open to cheaters
In fact to them and all sin repeaters

And in my favorite book
The Book Of I-say-so
I may change my mind
And even though
I will always love
All my foes
I assure you
No one shall ever grow old!
  Jul 2021 Sarita Aditya Verma
ryn
A notion far too grand
to grace terrestrial minds.
A vision of laced tapestry -
an ostentatious display of
ornateness and
celestial opulence.

A dream so light
and airy.
A dream so majestic.

A dream that remains
unblemished,
by earth-encrusted hands.
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