Sharmila Juliet Poems

With the hurt my wounded dark soul
With the hurt my wounded dark soul
Seeking little bit of the light to enlighten
Seeking little bit of the light to enlighten
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Twinkling eyes and smile
Strike like a missile
In heart.
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I wish
I could learn that trick too,
The way you wipe your every lie
With your sweet kisses
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She is a poem that not unraveled yet
Dreamy her eyes and Artless her smile
Still, Unveiled portrait she by any poet
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Yes! I was scared
When spineless those words
of yours pricked My heart
and mind all over like thorn.
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Deluging emotions
Drunken By Words
Depicting the heart's state - In
Discomposed scribbles
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Do you remember our last rain?
Still it's pain.

Is Holding my hands still do hurt?
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