LOVE (Valentines Special)

Love is a four letter word,
It can not describe my feelings for you,
The emotions buried deep down,
The warmth I feel when you’re around,
The tenderness of your hands — your touch,
The affection with which you watch me blush,
The fondness in your eyes when I dress you for work,
The passion burning wild within us,
All of this and much more,
I miss your laughs and the way you snore,
I miss your kisses and the quirky smile I adore,
Come back to me baby, I can’t take this anymore.

I hope you all had a lovely, romantic and a beautiful Valentines! Just a reminder, don’t declare one day as in 14th February for expressing love to your loved ones — do it as often as possible.

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My sister posing with her new ‘I Love You’ teddy bought by my dad for her. Happy Valentines ❤


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Dropped Kisses

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Under your boot die the dropped kisses,
A swing of your mood, and the bearer lips you bruise,
Black and blue, you make holes inside the world,
Meth & Jack Daniels, innocent dreams you ruin,

I wish you love,
I wish you heartbreak tonight,
A new morning when sky will break,
Your guns won’t mend the wreck inside,

Lacerate and connect the dots of destiny,
Gagged you, shatter the magic in love for me,
Initiate, reciprocate, poke and nudge endlessly,
Angel’s innocence you betray, their desire you hate,
but I…

I wish you love,
I wish you heartbreak tonight,
A morning when you’ll bleed and quake,
Your guns won’t mend the wreck inside,

Trust me I tried,

Beauty in those soulless eyes,
Touch of a pale cold skin,
Flare of your pretentious love,
Bluff, and you’ll see the cracks within,

I wish you lo..

Enough,
Enough,
Enough,

I can’t wish you anymore love,
And I can’t wish you any heartbreak,
One new morning when I’ll wake to the missing ache,
Your guns wouldn’t be able to wreck what had been at stake.

– This is a duet with a very talented writer, Neeraj Kumar. Don’t hesitate to check out his blog; you wouldn’t be disappointed.


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Almost()

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Almost absolutely,
He took away my breath;
Almost single-handedly,
He conquered my heart.

Almost immediately,
He confessed his love;
Almost spontaneously,
He promised me a ‘Forever’.

Almost motionlessly,
He made his first move;
Almost gracefully,
He lifted me in his arms.

Almost generously,
He blew his kisses;
Almost miraculously,
He built us up.

Almost quickly,
He savored every inch of my body;
Almost boldly,
He claimed what belonged to him.

Almost effortlessly,
He became my world;
Almost promptly,
We were each other’s abode.

Almost massively;
We grew in love;
Almost flawlessly,
We held each other.

Almost necessarily,
We chose a wrong path;
Almost certainly,
We agreed to separate.

Almost accusingly,
His eyes didn’t utter a word;
Almost mournfully,
I accepted the Fate’s challenge.

Almost shortly,
I realized what I had lost;
Almost horrifyingly,
There was no way back.

Almost carefully,
I took a wound to my heart;
Almost soothingly,
I lived in peace with the pain.

Almost hungrily,
I waited and waited;
Almost harshly,
I realized the truth.

Mostly, life will almost stop happening;
If I can precisely predict about its certainty.


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May be >

broken_heart_anti_valentines_day_47-450x250Right turn, left turn or an absolute round about
“Where the hell are you”, I shout
Hasn’t he heard me screaming on his door?
Wide awake; I walk barefoot on the seashore
I feel his sight in the tranquility of the sea
I sense his touch in the caresses of the wind
I perceive his smell when it rains on me
And I dream of us entwined as one
May be this is a life about which my mum told me
When breathing is forced and the soul can’t be set free

I walk and walk when memories take over
The kisses I will cherish and caresses moreover
The sugar-coated words which echo like a mystery in my head
The open wounds which bled over the thousand tears I shed
I need his fingers to sew the wounds with a thread
I lust his aroma and the words unsaid
I feel his sight in the tranquility of the sea
I sense his touch in the caresses of the wind
I perceive his smell when it rains on me
And I dream of us entwined as one
May be this is a life about which my dad told me
When reality demands dreams and so do we

I glare at his silhouette on the sea
Hatred rushes in my blood along with the fire to avenge him
Gradually love for him melts my fury in a heart beat
I beg for the time to turn back and let me compete
The desire to rewrite my script on a new sheet
I crave his blood to refill my ink pen
I yearn for his one last touch all over again
I feel his sight in the tranquility of the sea
I sense his touch in the caresses of the wind
I perceive his smell when it rains on me
And I dream of us entwined as one
May be this is a life about which he told me himself
When a fairy tale can’t be dreamt or lived being yourself.