In the still of the evening
without a soul to intrude
i let my heart ache
and try to worship your mistresshood
the flicking flame of the candle
invite my submittance to your embrace
a deleberate attempt to look in to your eyes
to feed you warmth, to feel your grace
your swollen eyes reflect the tale
of forgotten knights and adored gods
i wander for years in those lost terrains
and come back home with your tears and applaud
is it about your body, your smell?
(I am not Marv, I dunno how angels smell)
Is it about the way you laugh
is it about the way you say nothing
or is it just an obscure desire to chaff.
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finally a master piece....so genuine and so sweet...has a tranquilizing effect....
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this poem of his shows love that is so not limited kind of....yet so simple....this one is so free from desire..lust..greed...infatuation....and possesion...
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really....ur so good!
its impressive!!
i really wanted to point out some buraai in it.. but failed to do it.. awesome work... a piece that i personally reallie want to read.. again and again..:) nice work..:)
While reading it i could relate to the stories of amitabh ghosh and arundhiti roy...
About empty yet so fully filled evenings of love which is beyond despair..
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While reading it i could relate to the stories of amitabh ghosh and arundhiti roy...
About empty yet so fully filled evenings of love which is beyond despair..
Detailed, descriptive with minimally well chosen words
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