Poetry 139

It is not that I always love the angel in you,But also adore the devil you are. It is not that I always see good side of you,But also cheirshed the evil side of you. I love you for not just being angel without wings,But also for being at times,…

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Poetry 138

Like the child who fell in love at sight of rainbow first time,Like the child who got thrilled playing with waves first time,Like the child who ran endlessly behind butterfly first time,Like the child who experienced goosebumps tasting lime first time,Like the child who loved the speeding bike first time,Like…

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Poetry 137

Kept searching for lip marks on the coffee cup,For I love kissing sweetness of your lips. Kept waiting for you to turn up with wet hairs,For I love loosing myself in the fragrance you carry. Kept looking for a chance to go on a drive,For I love caressing you all…

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Poetry 136

I borrowed kangaroo’s bag,To carry you close to my heart. I borrowed eagle’s wings,To take you above the dark clouds. I borrowed fish’s fin,To dive deep into togetherness. I borrowed leopard’s speed,To sprint towards everytime you needed me. I borrowed peacock’s beauty,To beautify the ever beautiful you. I borrowed lion’s…

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Poetry 135

Loosely pulled strings of guitar,Ended up playing your favourite song. Playingly stroked pencil on paper,Ended up sketching you black on white. Wandering on streets alone,Ended up adoring you at your doorstep. Casually scribbling on my diary,Ended up writing fantasies of life with you. Liking everything about you,Ended up loving you…

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Poetry 134

Your hairs, black or grey,I would always caress them with a smile. Your talks, short or long,I would always hear it with a smile, Your food, yummy or less yummy,I would always eat it with a smile. Your curves, less or more,I would always caress it with a smile. Your…

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Poetry 133

To start journey of miles,All we need is the first step. To paint a beautiful picture,All we need is the first stroke. To carve a sculpture,All we need is first strike on chiesel. To write a poem,All we need is the first line. To cook the tastiest meal,All we need…

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Poetry 132

I asked you for a few moments of smile,You have given so much as my cheeks hurt smiling. I asked for a little warmth from you,You have never let me feel cold for years now. I asked for a few pictures of you to adore,You have forever resided now in…

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Poetry 131

I did not take time to express my love for you,But I promise it would last for lifetime. I did not use too many words to express my love for you,But I promise to mean and stand by every word I say. I have not done anything big to express…

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Poetry 130

Who said making coffee is your girl’s thing,Ever tried to wake her up with one and watch her smile. Who said making bed is your girl’s thing,Ever tried to recollect the naughtiness of past night. Who said carrying shopping bags was not manly,Ever tried to experience the joy of keys…

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