Tag: love
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Oh! How I Miss Touching God's Perfection
#Villanelle Each passing day, I crave for your affection, A glimmer of tears lines my eyes. Oh! How I miss touching God’s perfection! My eyes, smitten and mesmerised by your reflection. My heart aches, and in heaviness sighs. Each passing day, I crave for your affection. Rubicund cheeks, lucid skin, Ah! What a complexion! Alas!…
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Lovelorn
The radiant moon used to enchant me before, But now it looks sombre and shrouded when compared to your face. The zephyr used to flutter my inert heart, But I seem more allured by your dancing tresses. I used to rejoice the petrichor that accompanies rain, But now I yearn for the perfumed roses adorned…
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Kiss me Goodbye
I’ve seen springs, I’ve seen summers, I’ve seen falls, And let this be my last winter. . I’ve lived a life Filled with mirth, I shall always reminisce them, But now it’s time to say goodbye. . I’ve seen places, I’ve met people, It’s time to visit a realm unknown, Please kiss me goodbye. .…
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Impassioned Plea of a Soulmate
As I sit by the windowsill in utter solitude, The glistening rays of sunlight pierces upon me, pleading to brighten my melancholic face, reminding me of the beautiful pictures we both painted on the canvas of our happy life; The mirthful days with you were filled with laughter, The quiet moonlit nights that brimmed with…
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Entwined Whispers
Seek for me during the period of twilight before sunset, In those sublime moments, I stay concealed. Search for me in the smudged words of a tarnished letter, In the indecipherable phrases, I linger quietly. Interpret the expressions of my muted face, In the weaved tales, I fervently dwell. In between the pauses of your…
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Elegance…
A fabric of six yards, Speaks of stories and ballads. Woven in silk and cotton, It speaks of love and fashion. The designs deserve an appreciation, Of the weaver’s effort and dedication. Vivid colours make it bright, Threads make it heavy or light. Adds on to a woman’s grace, By giving her a cosy embrace.…
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Broken Heart
Now I am a lone tree with no one to care, With the leaves of happiness withered I look completely bare, You were shockingly snatched by the hands of death, I dwell in the memories of days filled with mirth. Hadn’t you promised to stay with me forever? Then why did you abandon me midway,…
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No Mathematical Love for Me
Alchemy and mathematical formulae Can’t win me I’m flustered by signs foreign My heart stops, and fear Cloaks me, if you wish to Win me, then explain not Your love with symbols Representing ‘Eureka’ Algebra or Chemistry Instead utter six simple words: At last I have found thee ! **** Imagine,the plight of My poor…
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Honour
Hey! dear heart, Let your emotions be locked With the invisible lock. . If you dare to break the silence And be happy, That must be only temporary. . Blood thirsty eyes Would search for you- To create the violence. . Waging the unending war At times extinguishing the lamp Pushing a…
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Whisper My Name Just Once…
#Poattic-5 #Rewind A day, I thought perhaps would suffice I’d rewind the hands of Quietly fleeting time. But can a day ever suffice The love exchanged in a lifetime? *** Alas! Too soon have you left With a searing pain my heart is cleft. One half goes with you As I bid my last…
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Broken Heart
Broken Heart For you she was a girl who always bothered, wasn’t she? So many locks on her broken heart, for which you didn’t have any keys. She was different from others, you were no one to blame. Her heart was full of fire, she loved to play with flames. She was left alone with…
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Singed Letters
Your letters, yellowed with time Are Now a brittle trellis carved By silverfish; Singed hearts they paint, Aflame with ochred love, They are. Can they capture gaps filling eons? Or test the hardy vine-like Chords that bind hearts, cleft in twain? **** Since time blurs gaze Words of love pale Like slow dying embers That…
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Silent Night
I wake up and your thoughts engulf me like a warm shawl on a wintery morning As I sip the morning brew, moments we’ve spent together flash as fresh as the tea I enjoy savouring the memories of phone talks smoke-meetings text messages and those passing-by secret smiles . Any attempts to cease the coming…
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Love foundation that breathes…
Meeting him was the miracle As if horology ‘s calibre Self-winding Jasper Conjoined Not by any might But like the lost piece found Meant to be the husband and wife. ******** Test not the strength of these Communicate they With Their allied mind As soul unite for all eternity. ******* The are the strength of…