Somendra Gaur

Somendra Gaur Poems

Her smile is a selcouth,
The fair complexion others run behind,
She doesn't need that,
She ain't arrogant,
...

Me & the hollowness in my aura, often chat about the Twinkling of your eyes with the stars;
[Let me tell you a secret, they're jealous, tbh]
My tongue spoke my mind, the cheeks & eyes ended up embarrassing me.
The most important thing about kissing you was soothing your soul through the bend of your lips.
...

I woke up in the morning,
Nobody to wish a 'good mornin' to
Unlike yesterday,
The sunrays that pierced the curtains,
...

Once there lived a dog,
In the house of humans,
Healthy, wealthy, and wise,
still not free.
...

Beneath his feet lies a rose,
Crushing it under;
He moves.
...

I'm tired can I keep my head in your lap under your aphotic hairs?
I'm starving can you feed me with your hands again?
I'm misty-eyed can you cuddle me one more time?
I'm walking solitary can you knot your runt finger with mine?
...

She was not the tallest but fiercest,
Her hair were henna red,
Depicting some different but acquaintance like fragrance,
Till my memory goes,
...

Just climbing the mountains,
To ignore the fountains,
Fountain of tears,
Fountain of my fears,
...

In hollow of these four walls,
In silence of this darkness,
Abhoring you isn't a part of my routine but your memories keep reviving it,
the more I think,
...

I know how to get out of this runnel, but I wanna sink this time.
Let that sink in;
Crimsoned by the thought of you,
I plan to bribe your street dogs to share your breathing space, just to vibe on your fragrance.
...

He pulled out his soul,
Out of his chest,
Put his arm around its shoulder,
And said all that's creating high tides inside him,
...

This time of the day,
In my room,
I can see the last rays of sun peircing my ventilator glass,
If I could be sway of wind,
...

Looking for someone with whom I can make all my 'cliches' happen,
Someone loves to listen Lucky ali more than Arijit Singh,
Someone who watches Messi play with heart in her mouth; just like I do,
I'm not looking for a lover,
...

In organic I wanted to make a compound of our hearts,
While I always wanted to Integrate our souls rather differentiate 'em

Velocity of the wind that blew you mop
...

The walkway echoed with the sound of her anklets.
A busy pair of eyes out of nowhere got struck at her earrings,
Nothing appeared sporadic in them,
Everything felt like part of the daily schedule,
...

Their eyes caught a glance with sudden,
Mamihlapinatapai.
And he passed beside her,
The fragrance of her forehead sweat imitated Cologne,
...

Rejected by isolation he prevails like an afreet,
She was the petrichor of the first monsoon or,
The apricity to him,
Nevertheless,
...

Watching the raindrops,
Rolling down the car window feeling the teardrops rolling down my cheeks.
Watching the scattering of light from street lamps,
Thinking 'bout your unfaithful love, Which crippled my soul from toes to skull,
...

He was a wanderlust untill he met those mazy eyes,
Every thing fainted in that rain even the existence of time.
Even swoosh of the gust took a halt to feel the fragrance of her hairs
The burst of her laughclung to his soul,
...

He shielded our freedom.
Indra witnessed his war cries,
His body was found dabbed under snow
But
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The Best Poem Of Somendra Gaur

My Serendipity- A Girl With Pony-Tail

Her smile is a selcouth,
The fair complexion others run behind,
She doesn't need that,
She ain't arrogant,
She is an introvert.
Her eyes behind those thick lenses redefine innocence,
They are intrépide.
Her tough outward look and her sincerity delineating vintage watch,
I havent seen her in heels,
Maybe she's into flats,
Her unvarnished finger nails and ink marks on her palm, &
her eyes,
Where I've seen kohl only twice.

Her sincere school girl look with her bag on her shoulder stiff and tight,
Her water bottle and pen box in graduation class is a rare sight.

She isn't alluring to many
But
had anyone of them had my eyes,
With all girls in class chasing pseudo-beauty,
She personifies purity.

The hanging around of her hairs,
on her forehead lanes is my querencia,
Her absence might go unnoticed by others
But
She is her own cosmos.

Her beauty is kalon.
She is a girl with pony-tail,
My serendipity.

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