Vishal Sharma Poems

Your beauty stops the heartbeat of the sun
Your looks make a fun out of looking moon
Your touch makes flowers a bagful of cactus
You bend the course of the river by eyes
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crown would be worthless for my baby
as I make her immortal in my metaphors
she is the religion for me I am following
she makes my mind a pious storage of love
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Look at my eyes
am I crying?
you are seeing my blood
you are peeping into my pain
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literally my mind is naked
sublimed in the dusty memories
making pissed off emotions
just a way to expel out pains
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eyes are the creation of heaven ministers
they are created with love and perfection
baby..! your eyes shining like silver
upon every gaze to you my body shiver
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may my words pour in soul inside your statue
and you raise high and plant kisses over me
hey my senorita are you even listening?
my words are charming to girls always
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sometimes I struggle to speak to my mind
think it might lead to some foolish intentions
I ignore my brain beats and stay calm and busy
perhaps the cure of my illness lie in it
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Just capture the essence of the marked words,
to put them close enough and bring them into life,
A man of destiny has done so, proved such,
Just a man of my country, with an irom fist,
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