You were in my dream
Pinching my cheek like a kitten licking softly
I woke up in the dream caressed her claws
through my beardy face.
Somehow I felt I was fishing.
Suddenly I appeared on a camel
Holding you tight in the deadly cold winter
in search of more heat.
Ultimately, I want to bath in the hot water
and soak myself in the Indian sun.
Your pinches still loved the most in
and around the dream.
Drink you like Spanish wine every time.
I woke up early morning with my stinking breath
and the dried mouth of my last night hangover.
I forgot the dream and wondered what was the cause.
I ran and ran and ran on the shore.
Thinking about the last night, dig, dig, and brain bored
I found one thing in conclusion,
that i missed you a lot.
Finally, it was my no more delusion.
Come my heart close to me.
I would like to share some more time
with you and me.
I want to build some more memories together,
It’s time that is calling us together again.
Let’s reduce the distance between our hearts
No more days without you and far.
The poem, "An opened door," It's an imaginary free verse poem. It is all about a girl who is just stuck between a dark house and a lake on the other end. They (a dark house and a lake) are somehow presentin' a two-fold story, as a melancholy fold, and on the other side as a symbol of hopefulness.
Poem: An Opened Door
A wood house in the mountains Its view from the corner of the lake A lake is flowing in its jollification Reminds her of those freaking feelings A ship was enjoying the waves Waves of lake were running - Directly against the course of ship, She opens the door and entres in Looks backward, ship was opposing the waves There was darkness inside, While shining light was outside there, She was standing in the middle of door Hers back was sparkling ostensibly And; Her front was sinking in the darkness Looking backward…. Her face was glowing back in the darkness Her messy hairs were waving And she was smiling...
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Room was full of murkiness, There was a piercing light- Outside the room, Twain profiles of the same environment ! She closed the door , Standing in the eye of room Silence was all around her Her pale face was blocking the melanism of her hairs And the room……. Silent darkness was supporting her Because; Someberness and dreary room were bracing each other She turned her face , the door was opened The opened door was of no use Because; There was a lake before the door The brighter lake and the darker room were signifying the selfsame details, She was allying the lake and the room.
The poem on beauty of girls, is carefully crafted, keeping unbeatable truths in mind.
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Beauty | Poem on Beauty of girls
Your beauty is breathtaking- fragrance Intoxicating - Your presence, scintillating Yet, your sparkle never touches others' soul- Nor the radiance brightens up the darkness around - The inebriation in your spell fails to mesmerize the rest? Ever wonder why? - a voice asked softly- "Look deep within inner self "The answer my friend Is blowing in the wind" Absolve your heart, your mind of years of filth- And your beauty will be etched - Within the soul of the Universe- Forever-for time
