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A beautiful expression of the love between the two who cannot survive without each other.
I glance over my table and there I see the two lying
Always in each other’s arms, lost in a love undying
He misses her kisses , her scratches and the way she playfully rolls over him
He travels to his world of fantasy where the lights in his castle go dim
To get soaked in the inks she bleeds, is the only desire he wished and grew.
He embraces all her colors with genuine love, be it an inflamed fiery red or the serene blue.
On his skin, she imprints her memories He keeps them forever, open yet concealed
Words she writes are his only refuge Her strokes leave all his bruises healed
He loves to hang about She likes being set free
Complementing each other, they weave and share a beautiful poetry
The room has now turned darker but the pen flickers in sunlight
It has lit the white soft paper upon which, I have a love story to write.
First published here.
Often accused by her friends that she's that curious bug (जिज्ञासु) who has to know everything! She works as an IT professional and loves to learn new things, listen to beautiful and soulful music, read, read more...
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