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How would it feel if you've to breath your last in fire?
Everything your heart loves, be cast; aghast! in fire!
Living can't see afterlife which weakens beliefs:
You'll decompose to soil or God will cast in fire?
I never thought of having your corpse in my arms;
Your death in my life is a massive blast in fire!
All combustibles burn with heat and ashes, but
Qualities are different which create contrast in fire
We're participants of a strange competition
Diving in firepool to see who'll outlast in fire?
Everyone, honestly, told me about one's life
Second half will pass on flames, first half's past in fire!
July 29, 2022
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Finally, I came to know all men don't like breasts
Some say with women's flower are just like spike breasts
Traffic rules should be written on shirts of road girls
Perhaps there'll be no gaze which won't strike breasts
Tonight, I'm going to sleep with hundred fairies
Not just arms - and please don't mind if I so vike - "breasts"
Don't go rough - You ain't only one for me tonight
Many more have them so soft if you have tike breasts
Everyone has one's own choice but I've not special
Ah! brunettes with pinkish lips, young and with kike breasts!
Love in pairs becomes a boring habit at last
It does not increase with age as is unlike breasts
September 19, 2022
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she's kind towards me, she's so nice;
and I'm sincere to her as well,
we are in something more than love,
what are our dreams, it's hard to tell.
and last night, outside college gate
we met and she said she's afraid
about my love and our careers:
dreams price by detachment'll be paid.
retreat is not good for my dreams,
only to get her skin for love:
skin whose pleasures ain't eternal,
eroding derms are all above.
fire and it's works are my int'rest,
I want to be a volcanist;
she wants to increase production
for people, being a botanist.
I've to spend my life in rocks
by watching curves and sediments;
It's hard for me to be with her
checking insects, impediments.
so, we should not be one in life,
she should marry a botanist,
who loves her and her green wheat farms,
for love who's not an arsonist.
love and marriage are not the same,
we'll be in love though not in arms,
whene'er we'll meet aft that in life,
we'll be happy, not without charms!
September 23, 2022
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One word is enough
To explain our relation
That is betrayal
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The freedom which will make her attitude strange, is pending
The time when in my disliked acts she'll engage, is pending
The new constitution makes unlawful every pleasure
The death for which ropes now we have to arrange, is pending
Marriage will be declared as unacceptable pact
In near future, among boys girlfriend's exchange is pending
This soothing breeze wants to make me sleep on the driving seat
If I'm going to drive - on us - a deadly prange is pending
Our excessive intelligence will leave us abnormal
On our mental confidence - a quick derange is pending
June 18, 2022
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Please do not leave me in the ocean of pain and fire
Grave is your angriness, the hell of chain and fire
What I got after crossing limits you established in world
The lust which was of no use, all in vain and fire
The each and every suggestion you have in mind, is crazy
What is real? I'm sure you can not pertain and fire
Do you remember the soft moment when you were my mate in bed?
We wandered and loved whether 'twas thick rain and fire
What is religion you can't perceive, keep in heart, dead spirited
The comprehension is in need of arcane and fire
Smile is fake, after you the heart says "am not happy"
Friends of night after you 're just cocaine and fire
January 20, 2023
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"Do you listen? I am a star
I watch you all, though I am far
For centuries, are in my view
Whate'er different people do
I know the world with no human
No religion, race or slogan
Water was blue and land was green
The face of earth was crystal clean
My friend, the Sun, was proud of earth
Before it gave, to human, birth
Human came with destruction plans
Race, wealth, norms, frauds, oppression, clans
Where strong are masters, weak are slaves
Who have no life, rights, shrouds and graves
Where arrows pierced human backs
In wars; brutal, fatal attacks
Where color decides high and low
Downtrodden have no right to glow
Where so many were cut like cakes
In name of God, rev' and mistakes
Where of needy, no one takes care
Man is in dark, and there's no flare
Where Jack sleeps in Kin's spousal bed
When Jack's on work, his wife is red
Where beauty sleeps in arms of wealth
Whose every smile is just a stealth
Where dad can't feed his kids with pray
Where taxes are more than his pay
Where ideologies make a mess
Which cannot help someone in stress
Where commune, social, populist
The way of peace, always resist
Where freedom means the right to cheat
Where the same robbers just repeat
Where statistics are kept in dark
As to public rage, they can spark
Where all your thoughts follow a streak
And everything, I cannot speak."
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These flowers are beautiful;
Their petals are fragrant
They are nature's essence
To eyes, they can enchant
From where this beauty came?
There must have been a face:
Divinely fragrant breaths;
Which was then nature's grace
A princess, who was fair:
Loved fresh air and green leaves
The soil kissed her white feet
Beauty is faith: soul perceives
Who lost her existence
Her blood made roses red
Her breaths became the spring
And thus the beauty spread
March 25, 2022
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"Yes, get in the tourist bus; a funny ride is waiting
You will enjoy kissing the clouds - and rain slide is waiting."
Is my heart nothing for you? Say, if you love someone else?
To hear the truth from you, my heart - do not hide - is waiting.
Where are you? O my beloved! Got much involved in work
Have you e'er thought anxiously at home your bride is waiting?
Someone who shines in the stars | promised to be mine fore'er
Smiles at me and for me one on sky's that side is waiting
You have indulged human to suffer: wars, droughts, destruction
For being broken - by our hands - now your pride is waiting
She - a beautiful stranger - left saying, "We will meet soon.
Now I have to have a trip: my tourist guide is waiting."
What will be found in the room? The corpse of a young poet
Goodbye - for me mysterious suicide is waiting.
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her hands were cold, ?my eyes were numb,
and impossible was eye contact;
tears rolling down, and hearts left dumb;
how on sep'ration, we could act?
she looked at me with silent lips:
her forehead was with worries moist!
we, as rain before thunder drips;
just forgot if ever rejoiced.
then, suddenly, I held her head,
she held her hands before my back;
our lips struck as world was dead,
a love's revenge with pink attack!
don't know when our lips separat'd,
it was a mourn more than a bliss;
she left, she had to leave, behead;
left me tantalized with last kiss!
July 02, 2022
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