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Veil

The hair is veiled
With an abysmal darkness in your eyes,
But your smile is the light of those pink lips,
You spell an aura of resplendence,
Of silence breathing in chaos.
From the fair collarbone and sculpted neck,
The curves below rests and tempt every living soul with some youthfulness left in their hearts with customary pair of functioning eyes.
The bosoms shaped tempting, while the
picture of loneliness burns in brightsm
Do not move when I observe you
and consume some chaos.
I need to observe more
Till my eyes rust
in this rain of calmness.

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Dark and Devious

Its dark and damp,
The voices disappear in this hall,
The sound of us will never echo,
so we take advantage of this loneliness,
as the way it should be taken,
My hands slowly start touching your lips
in the darkness as you close your eyes,
The trace the neck, the firm cleavage in the tank top going all the way below to your short skirt,
I am just brewing your thighs slowly,
Till you shed the shyness
Kiss my lips
And spread your legs, as I wanted.

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Answer

The answer to silence :
Is a breath of someone you remember

It seeps into yours lips,
It blossoms up your neck
Turns it into a tendril drowsed in rain.

It caresses the lungs, painting them
In hues or orange, red and shallow yellow.

Your toes move when you hear me.
Have you ever noticed?

A freckle gleams and shapes the arc of cheeks.
Its like the summer where you met me.
Its the summer , you shall never have again.

I became the monsoon, after that,
Turned you into a rainforest
Drop by drop.

Like it should always have been.
Always.

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Quantums of Happiness

Your presence,
Is a dance without a hymn,
A ballad without a bend,
a winter without an end:
where I curl up by the fogged glasses
to forget the warmth sun offered me once.
The bright of your eyes are the shy autumn and mysterious fall.

Your absence,
Is a sigh without despair,
A rain without the air,
A summer with ominous ends:
My smile sometimes pretends.
For time becomes a path,
and journey is measured in memories.
I become a monk and a thief,
looking for peace, settling for grief.

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Iceberg

I slip in my dreams,
And the cold water resurfaces,
I was near,
You : an oasis in a sky full of snow :
Teach me now,
make me untouchable.

When the heart is just,
an untouched dreamy almond,
Do you dream of a bloom?
Or you crush it?
Just to taste the ordeal.

To remember a voice
Is to douse self in fire,
It shall tone down with words
and voices and sadly dreams.

No wonder they once told me to use
the cooking oil pleasantly.

Fire has every answer,
Remember your rotations, if ever
Were blasphemous , No wonder.
I still remember the eyes, the untouched orange sky.
Give me an address

Make me a Phoenix.

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Dream

A memory of your smell :
an enslavement, so clandestine.
It tunes my arteries to sing,
like the waves do
for purposes unknown.

I ebb away from this nonchalant madness
and turn into a moon-kissed star dust.

I now abhor the lick of light.
It separates us unknowingly.
The dominions of our touch has fallen,
This city of love has no survivors,

Just bottles of unopened whiskeys and fresh roses,looming over this graveyard of our new birth.

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