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poetry

Hope

Dear Red, Hope is a good thing, may be the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.
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poetry

Cry of love

Pearls of her bead tied
like doves in a row
Oh they embellish her collar bone.
And those ones
hanging down her ears
Rhyme with the flames of her fears.

Pause, he stops his wheels.
And there,
She steps up her eager heel.
His fragrance oh so wild
But his smile, graciously mild;
Now their heartbeats declined to abide
And yet patiently they drive.

Sshh, It’s the season of pure love,
Her lashes falling down
Oh This Beauty, not pretentious or lied
Her cheekbones, blushing red
Just like the color of wine they have.

This Sparkles in his eyes and
Glittery butterflies
Ohh This moment is
Perfect in world of chaos and cries
A cry of love they made tonight.

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nature poetry

When you’re with me

My dried leaves just breathe 
to blossom
I dance on the tunes of our rhythm
When you are with me
Time flies, there exists no
word called as Boredom
I sway on the cradle of
freedom
When you are with me
You just make a still life,
Awesome!
My ❤️❤️❤️❤️
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#haiku poetry

Intoxication, haiku#3

He whispers softly,

Heart beats swiftly, he's her;

Intoxication.
Tales of Romance behind the walls. ❤️
Her melody
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poetry

I Said, You Heard!

When I said,
You heard.
But only
Silence muttered.

To me,
Your words
were like the
Lull of falling waters,
But this dead air
has become
a colossal storm
Of thoughts
whirling inside,
An endless surge,
hankering to hear.

Again When I said,
You heard,
But your sealed lips,
moved away with No words
I plead,
to now, let this voice
Be heard
And let it so loud,
That the thunders prevail
And rains of tears
fall from eyes
Of the monsters,
who mirthed.
Remember,
Your dearth of voice
Will fervour their ruth
But your roaring sound,
shall stab them through.

Now for once
Forgive yourself for
The plight you’re hurt.
Oh dear!
when I said this
I wish to hear from
your chords,
cause,
Years have passed.
Now,
I beg you to Converse.

There are a lot of people who don’t speak out against the atrocities they are going through. There can be many Reasons with which they convince themselves for not speaking out, but that only kill them inside and make the cruel more powerful. So I really hope that the one who is going through cruelties or have been through any tragic incident or attack should not confine it to oneself. It’s not meant to be that way, Let it out and give your self chance to forgive and forget what happened. Don’t die trying to delete it inside you, dare to discuss with any person you’re comfortable with. Focus on mental health. May be if you speak, another one is saved from sealing his/her lips.

Thanks for reading.

Inspired by VJ’s Weekly Challenge #98 – No words,

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poetry

Amore Mio ❤️

You say you admire me?
As I only met you when it rang,
You never held me
Nor beheld me until
The universe shall plan.

I wonder
If you don’t find your morning rose
Will you still intend
To water them thorns?
What if you find the flabs
not so better than the fit,
Will you still bare to blend?
What if a pimple
Popped on my forehead
Blemished your sight,
Will you still kiss when you return?
What if my dark under eyes
Your portrait didn’t decide,
Will I still be your Amore Mio?
You say,
You want to spend
The nights and days,
Will be it be forever or end?

I wonder
You say you admire me?
My imperfections,
you’d apprehend?
Or Do I need to pretend
To fit as your Aphrodite ?

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