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vamsi sai mohan Sep 2014
I don't want to blot you,not with my inconsquentiality,
nor do I want to etch you with my feelings,
you bore my feelings and strength unobtrusively,
perhaps with a tad resistance of gravity.
people take advantage of your limpidity
and write trivia on you as I do,
you enlightened me to the point of
absurdity and nothingness.
I thank for that,knowing that even
gratitude does make you indifferent.
you are only few of those who doesn't have
any intentions in the chores they perform.
I write on you,wipe you,tear you,distort you,
but you bear all with love and no resistance,
for that you have become irresistible.
I exude my happiness,exasperation yet
you are stoical,I imbibe that nonchalance.
you are slim yet you are eternally exporable.
you dwell in myriad artists yet
you are indifferent to anyone.
I perceive how indiscriminate you are and
how you are not prejudice.
you are the cluster of atoms that is closer to my heart,
perhaps the confluence of descendant atoms.
who says atom has no feelings I see here,
the way you embrace me
when my tears shed on you,
and when you endure it no more,
you just wrinkle yourself by absorbing me,
disintegrating yourself...................

ALIGHT YOUR WAY TO THE ETERNITY,
FOR THIS IS NOT YOUR ABODE....NOR MINE....
vamsi sai mohan Sep 2014
Self-Ignition mechanism:

Someone said that the love is the result of misunderstanding,
Once you understand the other person absolutely and that's where the love ends.
I don't know if it is true,but..

What was once thought beautiful and graceful slowly seems to unveil its other face...
I wouldn't dare to call the other side as unkind or uncaring....If the love is too much to ask for in this life then I don't think it is worthwhile to living on this planet:
Unless I discover the true love is within me,emerges from within me ,
and I am the source of all my emotions,
And I just don't want the other person to ignite it...
If I spread my love to every life on this planet then every life on this planet would reciprocate it and this is supposed to be with humans either...L
Love is a quality.Love is not what you do,love is what you are...
vamsi sai mohan Sep 2014
The rainbow that raptures in my eyes is drifted by the drops when it muses  you......
the thought generates the invoking image of you,
but the eyes ponder it...is that fair?
I should have never let you know that I adore you absolutely.....
I should have never tried talking to you....


The immense love should have been preserved within me as a pastiche that imitates you in my thoughts,
It is not to be disclosed nor to be dispatched......

However I don't brood on those realms,
not on the past which I couldn't change.....
not on you who is ever with me,
Perhaps not as a physical existence but as the pitching nostalgia,
not on those beautiful engraved moments that is etched on my memory,
not on those coherent confluences ,
not on those non-physical intimacies we have had,
not on those sacred aural spectrums that seems to be poising amidst us,
what ever I had done was relevant to those circumstances,
but it is not relevant to the apparent circumstances.....
and that's what matters and that's what deeply hurts......

In the lilting limbo-love...
vamsi sai mohan Sep 2014
When you stroke my forehead and brush my hair with your fingers gently and bask my head in to your bare laps,
You whisper your breath along with the stories of mundane effervescence,
you don't sing the lullaby either,
I would just slip serenely into the sleep...
and it badinages you for having seen my eyes enwrapped to unravel the otherworldly..
Then the chortle spreads across your chin and your forehead enfolds pondering the love,
You lift my head from your lap and replace it with the pillow and
It causes a little turbulence in my body which recognizes the difference between your lap and pillow..
Gently you pat my chest like the mother dabs the child..
and with my heart sentient the transience of your palm,
I am transposed again to the silted life......(dreams)
vamsi sai mohan Sep 2014
He wants her to clutch his fingers when they are walking in the vernal jaunts,
He wants her to clung him in the thundering nights and let the heat of the body pass through their breaths...
and let the breaths breeze around the necks,
He wants her to snuggle his visage to her ***** when he is in low spirits,
He wants her to speak through osculation.
He wants her to listen to his copious conversations caricaturing his life..
He wants her to be in the spree silences to experience the existence.
He wants her to run after him in the rainy raptures and let the drops of the rain strew between them...
He wants her to plop her ear upon his chest so that the reverberations of his throbbing induce the dormant to her.
He wants her to know that she is the messenger of the seraphim,
Her existence is to acknowledge her creation and her beauty and her source..
He wants her to be the spur to his work..
He wants her to embody his life...
He wants her to be the afflatus of his life.
He wants her to know that his life is to her...
He wants her to attain the freedom from the cycles of life and death with him.
That's all he wants from her but for him it is vital..
vamsi sai mohan Sep 2014
Mathematics of love:

You divided me by zero love,
and it has become infinite......(love)
undo my memory
as the subtraction undoes addition....
vamsi sai mohan Sep 2014
It is not the flight that hurts you,
It is the stop that hurts you.
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