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Going down, but it's not bad. Going down to the river to clear my head. Simple things like skipping rocks Or catching fish in the stream Remind me that even in times like these, Life could still be a dream
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May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 5:51 PM UTC
Down
A cloudless sky, so blue and flawless, so bright and promising, makes me think of us. A beautiful cathedral, so old and strong, so grand and intricate, makes me think of trust. A daisy, so small and alive, so strong yet fragile, makes me think of sacrifice. The ocean, so deep and vast, simple yet extraordinary, makes me think of honesty. And the night sky, so dark and light, black and white, reminds me of true joy.
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Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 10:49 PM UTC
Reminders
The window that I can see, Has no good view But the glass in its paneled frame Gives a look thats quite new. The window has two bifolding shutters Giving it a charming look And the white European grill outside it Makes it as interesting as written in a book. Though minimum light filters through this window, It certainly has a charm. The artificial plants hanging outside them, Gives it colour and a refreshing sort of calm.
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May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 2:50 AM UTC
Describing a Window!
it’s okay to love the simple things like the way coffee smells in the morning rainy days long car rides messages from old friends good books hellos from strangers lost pennies puppy kisses and the casual way that i am just me -k.j.c
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Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 7:47 PM UTC
simple things
That one night in bed, I felt the energy of all our innocent needs and desires. We both had a loss for words, struggling to explain this powerful feeling. But then You revealed it, "okay I'll just say it, I think there's something between us." That was thee moment.
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Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 7:37 PM UTC
SimpleThings
The water strains through your hair, Little droplets flung into the air as you turn. Your smile at me, The slight exasperation from your lips. “Do I have to?” You ask. “Of course,” I clap. The brush hits your hair, A knot makes you grimace. Your hair slowly puffs, You finish and present. “Like an angel made for me.” You huff your irritation, Your head a puffy fluff of hair. Yet, One look at my simple smile, And you plan to say yes if I ask again.
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Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 4:01 AM UTC
A small thing
The simple things are often said to be the best things in life, As the opening of doors are better than the sound of closed doors. The silence of sheets laid still under a thick comforter. You and I. Walking down the hallway hand and hand. Staring in the window of each others soul. Sharing a laugh or two in the midst of deep conversation. Something silly, something witty. Something simple. Someone like you. Someone to share a laugh in relation to how similar we saw the world growing up. Did you really think it would end so fast. Growing up to see how much we differ, how many things are still the same. Fighting over what to watch, what we're going to eat if we ever manage to get out of the bed. Old habits die hard especially after a long day at work. The simple things that bring us closer together. Whether we decide to go out and try something new or lay here a moment longer, No matter how much we get on each other's nerves. I'll still kiss your forehead As it's the simple things that make life worthwhile
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Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 11:10 AM UTC
Worthwhile
All that glitters never meant much to me, Petals fall & fade, withering along with time like its temporary immortality, Money joining suit in its temporary fervour, but never buying love as the Beatles crooned. So let me tell you what does: The look on your face when I've made you happy with a surprise or two; The sound of your laughter reverberating through the air as I cowl in my witty silly remarks; The mental connection that pleasantly astounds me with every thought-stealing line and mirrored gestures-humour-reaction-action; How your words has awaken the inner dormant writer/poet and inspired to put my venomous quill to paper again; How you make me feel beautiful, appreciated and respected, just the way I am; Your empathy and understanding that chase the dark clouds away and silence my demons; The way we make love with the glances we exchange in public like there's no one around; The way we make love with our bodies, explorative archaeologists tracing each other's landscapes gently-sweetly-devilishly; How you claim my arm across, intertwining with yours, caressing it as if it's a part of you; When your palm holds my face lovingly while we exchange sweet kisses, nibbles and all; Blowing soft breaths onto our goosebumpy skins, whispering how much we love each other; Cheekily stealing smooches at traffic light stops which never seem to be long enough; Resting your head on my sturdy shoulder as I cushion mine into yours, christening it with my lips, As we serenade that BSB song transporting me back to 14 again. And the realization pierces me through like truth always does: That I would not trade any moment, any era, any wish, any desire Than the one right now with you that has headily grasped me so: A dizzying cocktail of drugs that is you. Shalini Nayar 31.10.14 (c) 2014
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Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 10:51 AM UTC
My Favourite Drug
All that glitters never meant much to me, Petals fall & fade, withering along with time like its temporary immortality, Money joining suit in its temporary fervour, but never buying love as the Beatles crooned. So let me tell you what does: The look on your face when I've made you happy with a surprise or two; The sound of your laughter reverberating through the air as I cowl in my witty silly remarks; The mental connection that pleasantly astounds me with every thought-stealing line and mirrored gestures-humour-reaction-action; How your words has awaken the inner dormant writer/poet and inspired to put my venomous quill to paper again; How you make me feel beautiful, appreciated and respected, just the way I am; Your empathy and understanding that chase the dark clouds away and silence my demons; The way we make love with the glances we exchange in public like there's no one around; The way we make love with our bodies, explorative archaeologists tracing each other's landscapes gently-sweetly-devilishly; How you claim my arm across, intertwining with yours, caressing it as if it's a part of you; When your palm holds my face lovingly while we exchange sweet kisses, nibbles and all; Blowing soft breaths onto our goosebumpy skins, whispering how much we love each other; Cheekily stealing smooches at traffic light stops which never seem to be long enough; Resting your head on my sturdy shoulder as I cushion mine into yours, christening it with my lips, As we serenade that BSB song transporting me back to 14 again. And the realization pierces me through like truth always does: That I would not trade any moment, any era, any wish, any desire Than the one right now with you that has headily grasped me so: A dizzying cocktail of drugs that is you. Shalini Nayar 31.10.14 (c) 2014
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I came to love simple things. Like the way people smile while looking at the ground, Like the way eyes shine when filled with joy, Like the fresh smell of rain, Like how children have no worry in the world, filled with courage and innocence, Like the way a protective mother cradles her new born, Like seeing a total stranger smiling from ear to ear, You need to enjoy what life gives you. There are too many people out there suffering from things some may not be able to comprehend. We must enjoy the simple things and live our lives with content and satisfaction.
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Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 2:49 AM UTC
The simple things