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Swoo  Apr 2021
Off the woodworks
Swoo Apr 2021
Even as a statue without being hand crafted by the architecture she would mach it. Molded in a sway like detail, whoever designed this woodworks would be amaized howmuch she perfectly blanded with it. A melody of nature's rhythm flowing from her hair to her shoes. She was a sensational feel.💋🌹❤️😍📳📳📳🙏🏾 Off the woodworks -Swoo
PK Wakefield  Jun 2010
why ? not
PK Wakefield Jun 2010
why            ?         not
        in the glaze
hot subtle petals cravings
blue the read chin pageless verbs
nouning!
                wilt a bit  ,
                                 like the winter flake
failing warmth.

           (i knew too well the autumn .)

welcome me in your fluttering breast beautifully butterfly dUst
key my hole and unlock the secret girders barring beating
      muscle incessant tock ticking;

          can it be ever said?
                                           howmuch            i love thee.
kavisha shah Jul 2014
Look, there she is...flying away
That fairy with her pearly gossamer wings
I tried to imprint her in stone and clay
But she just refuses to be bound by strings

The History is splattered with her fame
Can you then guess her brilliant name?
It goes in rhyme with rhyme
Yes, her name is Time

She is fickle, she has no plan
Yet she won't wait for any man
Howmuch ever you fight and fret
Once she is gone you are bound to regret

So as long as you have her, make a wish
Mayhap she will shower you with a kiss
She has lived through the ages
Her tales have filled up eons of pages

To keep her you have to be wise
Oh she is a fairy, she can be nice
She can wave her magic wand
And put the world in your hand!

So look there she is...again flying away
That fairy with her pearly gossamer wings
No, don't imprint her in stone or clay
She is too beautiful to be bound by strings!
TreadingWater  Dec 2015
delivery
TreadingWater Dec 2015
and you knew/
      {know/known/knowing}
the(howmuch)words matter
yet you couldn't
{can't/won't/don't}
seem to
s _ p a _ r _ e <evenone>
for; me.

how you g {vanish} o
from sharing allofthewords
and our secret ~wants~
to the [    silence.   ]  
in/be/tw _ e _ e _ n

how,...i~tasted~your
li(youinmymouth)ps
but still/still/still
you have
no _ thing _ to _ say

i'm swal//\low//\ing boulders
Just.reading.your.name.

,...it's the ball jar...
.....of..... flowers...
you _  **ju**st _ let _
d<e<c <a<y
anu  Oct 2015
Desperate World..
anu Oct 2015
only now i expressed
howmuch i love her

but next moment i got
what i couldn't

but nowdays i geting use
to this,feeling desprate

i should get out off this desperate world
as soon as possible

she started hating me
but should i know that

many of loving ones
started hating me

anyhow will lead this life..
Tired of crying..
anu Oct 2015
Thousands of words
Are not enough
To describe
That

Howmuch
I love
That
Flim
Enjoyed the flim'Madras' to its extent.
A flim that shows the value of a true friend (called ANBU(my most arist))..
TreadingWater  Oct 2015
2much
TreadingWater Oct 2015
The eternity of moments...waiting
mo...ments.....
does she know what I
meant?...well it means everything,.. but
that's too much...If only I could have
stopped
...my silly heart overtakes my head
and my hands,... just keep
writing....it...
down.  Keep spilling...my words and
soul,,, turned inside out//exposed///
Howmuch- howgood-howunique...to feel a
kindred...heart...
SPlattER...my silly heart all
over the page and ...handing.it.over.
a coffee mug stain
of shameless/vulnerable/bold/
Really,...and now
we know
just ill advised... because,...everyone
knows,...
truth/passion/romance
died
long ago... and all of the words... are just too
much,...
too, too, too
much
Swagatika Dash Jan 2018
The ethereal mist of a new dawn
stung me with a blue emptiness...
In the middle of chirping crowd
with a stone inside
I stand alone......

Your instant flight
like a puff of exhaled breath
vanished in the nocturne....

The pearl white ash says..
This funeral will never end
no celestial air can put out
the burning pyre in you...

Where death is born
we must die...
Like vegetables,we are
on the frying pan
and HE is ready to dine.....

Everytime with a delight,unknown
I was hovering around you...
Let me again feel your warm embrace...
Let me kiss your palms time and again...
Let me again tell you howmuch I miss you....

Let me defeat the time...
Let me hear again
my heartbeats
in yours
and yours in mine forever...
                             I lv u Grand maa

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