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Coffee cups, whiskey pegs, old books,. Your skin your breasts and the ridge of the ribs. Dear girl, from past, recent and distant. Stop waiting,love, you have no fear. The night has passed, the day aged to perfection. The amber evening comes slow and long. It knows you want soft touch on stiff flesh. Let it, let it, on you, around, inside you. Open your bronzed thighs and fill the world. With the aroma of your hesitant lust and want.
Saturday, 4 July 2015. Sochta hoon zaroorat na padey. Thoda teri baahon ki chaadar odhey rehna chaahta hoon. Gardan par saanson ki dastak,. Kaanon per teri zulfon ki sarsaraahatt,. Teri ungliyon to mere hontho ka raasta naapney dena chaahta hoon. Aankhein main phir bhi na kholoonga,. Tujhe makhmal ke bistar per pighaltey dekhna chaahta hoon. Shabd na koi, lekin teri shaitaan hansi,. Teri dabi hansi mein teri sharaarat,. Tere chulbuleypann se teri naraazgi tak,.
My dog is my best friend.
Cacti and The Lack of Erudition. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Join 4,848 other followers. Tell me I am a storm,. Tell me I am the wilderness,. Tooth and nail, Tooth and nail,.
The Revolution will not be live-tweeted. To fight, is the poem haiku? Or is it a poem like you,. Your inspiration is done, and yet it will incite you,.
Nothing is absolute, not even the truth! Here is my view point on everything around me. क तन आस न स ल ग कह द त ह. कभ कभ लगत ह ,. भगत स ह न भ ग़ ल म बस स व क र कर ल न च ह ए थ. य जब ल ग कहत ह. अपन महफ ज़ घर म ब ठकर,. मलमल क ब स तर प ल टकर,. आर म स कह द न. क तन आस न ह त ह. जब तक हम तकल फ नह प ह च रह.
I love the way he looks at me, the way he adores and cherishes me. The way he makes me feel conscious, and the way he undones me. I love the way he talks so passionately about everything he believes in, the way his lips move faster than his hands making the gestures, and the way he is always open to debates and counters on anything that I do not agree upon. I love the way how our minds and mouth think and speak the exact same thing each time a confusion is at hand. The way he makes me proud e.
For a perfect night , I dressed up,. With anticipating eyes like a pup,. For it was our first date,. It was six in the evening ,. And I was waiting for the bell to ping,. Just then a text from you my elf,. With a wide grin and red cheeks,. And my adrenalin level beyond peaks! Thinking of how my heart you did rob,. With all my eyes on the door. Was all I could see,.
You look at me, Or look me through, Or in some . Reflections lost; Look at me- Look at you. The Daily Fret Quest for Annus Mirabilis. The Daily Fret Quest for Annus Mirabilis. To look for poetry in the simple everyday. For seconds tick away before we. A life has been lived. It must not go by uninspired, unnoticed. This blog in this respect aspires to be a. Sunday, July 8, 2012.