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#love-story
A girl sitting at the table next restless, was slyly eyeing his pie, kind of cute, like in childhood it sure was, yet seemed a ploy to gatecrash in to his privacy, and give company, as it pleased her. "The pie is blackberry if you fancy it , I''ll be glad, you can have it all, I know there is no other left" He played Mr.Nice guy,solicitous, but behind that face of his, was the arrows of light, hitting him, from those  sparkling eyes, vying with each other, to build up a halo chamber,  almost visible  around him! Blackberry pie is no big deal, of course he knows a whole hillside with bushes full of ripe, succulent ones, any day he could have his fill, raw or as a flaky crusted pie backed by his mom. But those sparkling eyes that in a moment made him build castles in the air had an electric appeal, he can't ignore. The offer she said, was irresistible, not a type she is who snatches, dainty stuff from someone just bumped in to "But the way your eyes did glint, when you looked makes me ask :haven't we met somewhere before?" "There is a fickleness in this,love at first sight, do you need to fall head over heels?" a little voice within, that has a problem in such things, kept raising a doubt. "But without a first sight,there can't be love may it be fickle, we'll tackle it the way it goes" replies another,who seems to care for love.
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Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 7:38 AM UTC
A fickle love story thus begins
The most exquisite symbol that I could give, “A teardrop on the cheek of time”.  This tomb Of my heart white walls of marble enclose. Nothing matters.  Even if the people suffer, Their blood will stain the Makrana stone; Unclean, no longer pure.  My love rests With your moldering body forever.  Only Our youthful memories keep me until I lie with you, again, Mumtaz.
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May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 4:42 PM UTC
Chosen One
To the people I forgot I am an insomniac there's no way that my sleep thinks about you To the people I didn't continue loving There's enough ocean to hide the love I had for you To the people I admired every moment its the time to end the every pretend that I had with you.
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Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 7:23 AM UTC
to the PEOPLE
i My ugly love, when you are so beautiful to me it’s not enough for my mouth whose kisses routinely bathe you in an inventory of whispers, love-cries with tenderness for however long nature allows, you allow, fate allows flower by flower, I would choose you again and again, my loving angel ii Your body’s fragrance is my shadow’s energy, your humid flesh the channel of my dreams if also for our child, who forgot to incarnate? my truthful love, so sincere and honest with armpits like the smell of wheat and ******* as impetuous as a stormy sea and eyes like wildfire, cutting me iii Into sweet obedience, I could not imagine that I could have built a house of sweetness without your splendor and how you love cherries, your cheeks an Asian wispy elven secret of youth my soul-engaging love, I have to remind myself we are getting older together in beloved months, we sometimes forget the details iv Of why nothing mattered or had a name except each other, we were made for this an alchemy of spirits, while our shared beauty allowed us to endure poverty with gifts as plentiful as sparking moments of gratitude that went on forever like lessons learned from wise calming friends and lovers that felt like they were v Gifts from the gods, plump-wide-eyed spiritual dreams of some strange mineral belonging we walk naked through the golden church of our earthy love, as if we learned to be one body, one shared soul wearing clothes of separate bodies, laughing minds.
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Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 9:26 AM UTC
After 100 Sonnets