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Brijaal Dana Poems
Have You Seen Her
Twas like the wind beneath the wings of a butterfly floating in the sky, Something so precious and elegant that could lend a tear to your eye, It is the motion of not only the body, but the spirit and soul in which is captivated, Just as if the most beautiful of all flowers to exist, would have to be cultivated,
And The Lion Roared
The closest thing to: Never being able to see one's true love again, As the recent past has sat on the doorstep of 'no return', The vast emptiness of one's true loves' ID (Freudian) lurks in the shadows of infinity! ,
All My Senses
If I could I would, paint the utmost of all beautiful creations, that anyone has ever seen; Through the finest of all arts, given the most natural beauty, the one I speak of, I have finally seen;
Absence Versus Clarity
They say 'absence makes the heart grow fonder'. She's truly the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. She is wrong for me. She has given me strength I never knew I had. Why does she make me so very sad.
I look at her picture every single day, even before she was so far away. Never did I ever want to let go,
Once In A Lifetime
Possibilities, so rare, making for unimaginable bliss that withstands the test of times, for only true love is the strength that survives all obstacles; A delicate balance may at times hinge on the verge of implosion of its own chord of light, thus extinguishing the growth of what could otherwise mature into a beautiful creation;
It's A Sense Of Spirit
The feeling one gets when that special someone is truly connected by one's side, even if they're not present at the moment, but in the heart, mind and soul is the residence of this existence. It's more than a feeling of contentment. Rather a wholesome kind of a feeling that allows one to feel a completion of an otherwise voided assembly of emotions and daily thoughts which may direct one's day in a sometimes eventful sort of way.
The breathing, the rhythmic heartbeat, body rising with each inhale of every breath, the presence of the body in time with my every movement. The intertwining of our bodies as if to be breathing in a harmonic balance with the every breath of existence. As the neck, cheek, and shoulder becomes the residence of the tongue's utmost of all awareness. Stimulating the pleasure senses as the hair is swept through as if to become engulfed in a fire of total connection.
One Day We Shall Meet
Have you ever felt like you were intimately connected with someone you haven't met yet? Have you ever experienced the feeling of a connection with someone, you don't even know?
The Main Event
It was intense, something like I've never experienced before, Much greater than warmth, thought I'd die without it, It would ultimately consume me, it's all I want; I was sure, My heart took over and my mind was clouded,
To Be That One
She loved him So much however he was an embarrassment to her . Pleasures of Love can not fulfill the banks of prosperity!
With You I Live
It's almost 1 o'clock am and I just came in to the room to turn the light off because I noticed it beaming directly into your eyes. I looked at you, almost accidentally, and noticed that you are incredibly beautiful in your most natural state. I paused and did not want to disturb the moment. I could not stop, not only looking at you, but more like studying you. Your face, it drives me crazy. Your body makes me go absolutely insane......... swear to God,.........
It's Your Choice
When One has been Blessed by the Best Stress and anger can be put to Rest If we treat each other as we want to be treated
Death By Cupid's Arrow
As love goes, one's entire world can be can be controlled and manipulated by such. If consumed by this natural emotion, one may find a world that is not worth much. The self-destruction that can occur due to one's heart and world being crushed,
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Have You Seen Her
Twas like the wind beneath the wings of a butterfly floating in the sky,
Something so precious and elegant that could lend a tear to your eye,
It is the motion of not only the body, but the spirit and soul in which is captivated,
Just as if the most beautiful of all flowers to exist, would have to be cultivated,
I know there can not be another quite like this in this world or even another galaxy,
And if one was to tell me differently, it would be understood to be only a fallacy,
The elegance that she possesses is so unique and is like none other,