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Very First

Very First Of those autumn falls, just after the dinner, before leaping for yendeer, I seize your wrist, targeting you to transfix, your eyes into mine, and mine into yours, pressing wall to move, forward for a synchronous, forehead tap and breathe, You gaze above and, we both rug against, agreeing for a close, in a snap moment. Both of us pick, light clothes for ease, with windows wide open, moonlight, breeze falling in, You gaze at moon, I follow your expression, both seek into another, you move sideways my-lap, rubs your cheek against, and I kiss yours, cheek-chin-neck-back, you turn in question, angrily you behold me, my lips meet forehead. Comfortably we settle upon, I grip your shoulder, unwind the top laces, feeling the mystic incense, it falls below belly, you resist and cover-up, my hand follows yours, to restrict your action, you rest upon my-chest, finger mapping my face, and very abrup...
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Teen-ty

Teen-ty Musk of the eve hath sprung, confining golden flares of the dusk. Omnis flexed frolic for a soirĂ©e, as homecoming is theirs perennial bliss. Evening hath splashed tint in aura, kindling ovi- vivi all to sing. Contention brims to accost the lady; contriving juvenile to a fortitude teen-ty. Douts she those incensed mellow cierges, clotting bursts loud- shine drizzle plops. Night slips swift steeped heartfelt revelry, scooting us tout' tenacious mesmerizing rite.                                       -iri ------------------MEANING--------------------------- a strong-smelling- scent- of the twilight has came out restricting - shiny yellowish - colours of the evening all are become/changed cheerful for the party cause their everlasting happiness is coming home evening has sprayed colours to the atmosphere causing oviparus, viviparus , all to si...

When Life Retreats Death

In the tropical section of the Earth, There stays a transient period. Brimful of relief and silence, that thresholds peace to any and all living blood. Then the commitment reverses, and brings a modest scuffle. After a prolonged omnipresent silence, those woody constructions have initiated to fetch-up their cheerful hues. The dark prison has molten its bars into dreary tools. And the skin tearing wind has lost its fury for a relief before the imminent challenge. Landscape gets quite visible, all courageous have awaken for the preparation to face the upcoming struggle for survival. But wait something is missing. Move somewhere, where even the clouds basks in the sun. Feel yourself, feel others, close around, feel environment. How is it?. “…The fresh breeze blows, with an essence of spring warmth and brings a motivation in. The fragrance steeped in nature seems blooming. …” “…The vision is now clear, and these flowers are ...

When Life Meets Death

In the tropical section of the Earth. There stays a period, Brimful of sufferings and pain. That tends to seek, Any and all drop of blood . Then the time has chosen a turn, And brought in a moderate silence, after a prolonged omnipresent violence. And those living greens have initiated, to meet their browny-hopeless-death. The life centric sun hath softened, his spears into sheen. And the bath forcing wind, has lost its fury for a celebration of this temporary victory. Landscape frequently fluctuates. All livings are busy for the preparation to face, the undecorated music of silence. But, wait something is missing. Move some-where, Where pace of life is slow. Feel yourself, feel others, far away , feel environment, How is it?. “…The dry wind blows, with an essence of chill, and brings a short shiver in. The fragrance of nature, seems a little smoky. … ” “…The vision is a bit hazy, though those flowers are illuminating, ...

Absence of an Important One.

Absence of an Important One . This whole write up is totally a tribute to someone whom I consider my god. It deals with tides and effortlessness of the inner shelf. Here are question and answer to those. Q1. How does it feel to lose someone very important to you? A.      It feels like nothing until I stop to think about it. As long as I have work, near-by goals, duty-stress; it feels like nothing, the world is just ordinary and has nothing to wonder in depth about and I am just an ordinary guy/resource like those billions. Though, when I stop to ponder over, it feels like I’m surrounded in mist that seeks to burn my skin, I want to see, touch or hug him but I cannot even listen to his soothing voice. Its like you are tied to chains that holds yourselves from falling into the open death valley; you want to jump into, kill yourselves but cannot. There are things that that he used to with me that I miss now and deeply possesses wish to be with him glazi...

A NEW LIFE

…BIRTH… Finally, all the preparations were done, then I descended to the sweetest form of life. Breaking off all the suspense, stress, silence - moan, with my deepest - reviving victorious cry of grief. Terminating up their unscathed wait. The atmosphere feels intolerable, the blood confuses to flow, this individuality seems unbearable and the world is so blur. Despite, Mumma sleeps with a smile that emblazing glows, listening me cry for the first moment in front of her (‘s). A lot hurt to get segregate. Soon the mob clears and my Daddy appears, He is so smart, handsome and just dashing. Sensing I raise my cry; demanding him closer, I wonder who else is such cautious in loving. Indeed that is an astounding date. Iridiumous (21/01/2017) …dedicated to his eldest sister. .

A MATTER TO UNDERSTAND

'IN VOICE OF A WOMAN' I am a just born baby giving out cries, that held the heads in expectation high, but listening to the first news of merry, leaving a few all in despair go low. I am merely a normal girl, born not in a high rank, quite secluded from chivalry, desiring a fare freedom of life. To my Mumma, I am herself growing distinct of hers, She always bear the pain, for granting me life -she lacked. To my Pappa, I am his heart crafted piece of art, despite he suppresses his emotions, it can always be sensed. To my brother, I am his most beautiful organ, at times he get annoying, accusing or abrupt in healing himself with his brotherly love. To my son, I am the centre of the Universe, seeking for all solutions in my lap, but he grows so fast and time no longer last(s). To my Husband, I am demanded to be his ‘better half’, who can be tortured for mistakes, and kissed and loved to show regrets. To my boyfriend, I am like a serious ga...