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Brown eyes with sparkling light,
Standing before me just to right,
Inviting me near but not to fight,
May be closer views and clear sight,
Self lost in obsessive agony,
Your primal passion - a flaming ferocity,
The raging fire consumes your dignity,
And shame is put to slumber.
Why I am so deep in love and called mad?
Why give people chance to call me mad?
Failure in love attempts and feel so sad,
Always get thrashing from kind dad,
RECIPE OF MY FIRST KISS
"Oh, dear, with the just unfolded tender leaflets of Mango trees as his incisive arrows, and with shining strings of honeybees as his bowstring, the assailant named Vasanta came very nigh, to afflict the hearts of those that are fully engaged in affairs of lovemaking...
"Oh, dear, in Vasanta, Spring, trees are with flowers and waters are with lotuses, hence the breezes are agreeably fragrant with the fragrance of those flowers, thereby the eventides are comfortable and even the daytimes are pleasant with those fragrant breezes, thereby the women are with concupiscence, thus everything is highly pleasing...
Is step mother altogether different from real mother?
Every time this question emerges and bothers
Whether real or step mother the vacant place can’t be filled by others
It is woman who has heart to offer as kind feeler or soothers
Heavy showers make land surface slippery,
Cautious walk with alertness and worry,
Sudden fall causes injury and makes you sorry,
While Children play in street and make it marry,
The place like twilight
Parting between sleep and thought
Not quite across the threshold of unconsciousness
In its door way
Is marriage a forced prostitution?
Or part of noble institution?
Why there be irrelevant question?
Or even stress and specific mention,
~ MOSAIC LINGERIE ~
No one may be able to define what is called love
Person may float on the water like dove
He may not be certain or for sure
Will that be simple attachment, sacred or pure?
Straight from the gutters of hell!
She blows, sweeter than sugar
The riches of the poet are equal to his poetry
His power is his left hand
It is idle weak and precious
His poverty is his wealth, a wealth which may destroy him
As I look at the horizon
Beyond the reach of my eyes,
Your fading memories
Baby I lay serene beside you
the only time I feel love so true
as your skin clothe me
thoughts of pleasure run through me.
“Do I hear them? Yes, I hear the children singing—and what of it?
Have you come with eyes afire to find me now and ask me that?
If I were not their father and if you were not their mother,
We might believe they made a noise…. What are you—driving at!”
Cupid the great archer
Shoots his arrow heedless!
On some, it cuts through the heart
On some others, it only scrapes through
Beware simple mortals
In man's stupidity
And devils trickery
Love, lust, infatuation
DRINK, oh youth, joy's purest ray
From thy loved one's eyes all day,
And her image paint at night!
The Heart Of Children And Their Mondial Hunger
I'm not a teenager anymore
My heart races every time I see your smile and I skip a beat when I hear your voice. The feeling differs from infatuation, as I have never felt this way.
To me infatuation is the language of a beautiful eye upon a sensitive heart.
Your voice is my favorite melody and our chats are the best lyrics.
To be fully honest my heart stops beating whenever I get the notification of your text.
I described infatuation before,
As a feeling that slows my progress,
An experience that could lead to hurting myself.
What is stable mind? Krishna tells Arjuna:
He who exhausts all his worldly desires,
Who moves away from worldly attachments,
Egoism and thirst for worldly enjoyment,
Infatuation is a flowing river
attraction is a Standstill Lake
Meeting of eyes is a ripple
And Love is a deep sea.
I am confused
Whether it was love or infatuation
Love offers freedom
Infatuation offers cage
Sit for meditation, dear men.
Sit for meditation, devoting yourself
Heart and soul to the Truth.
Stay stable like tortoise
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