Unique way of Love

He asked ," Shall I did ? "
I laughed ....
His nerves signalled ,
He took out to mingled .

His forced stimulation ,
made him ready for masturbation ,
I sighed ....
after seeing his tight .

His libodo worked ,
my lusts trust ....
He did peacefully ,
I moved hopefully .

A silent appeared everywhere ,
only the satisfaction surrounded there ,
that was a unique way of Love ,
another synonym of dove .

His lusty eyes

His lusty eyes ,
made me shy ,
I keep on going ...
with his rhymes .

He touched once ,
than twice ,
I wait ....
for thrice .

We did ...
We enjoyed ,
and promised ...
for voyage .

His lusty eyes ,
again took flavour ,
I lie ...
for his savour .

vibrant colours

A dark day ,

a dark night ,

I made my life ,

a boring plight.

Whole day I spent ,

in an education forum ,

for some little money ,

and maintain my decorum .

On that website ,

I met with a guy ,

who heard my plea ,

and took some sigh .

He promised me to show ,

the other side ,

where I acquainted ,

with my real life.

He germinate the seed ,

of love as a lover ,

and made me aware ,

with vibrant colours .

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फिर से केरल बसाना  है ....
इसे हरा - भरा बनाना है  ,
हुआ बड़ा अनर्थ इसके साथ  ,
बाढ़ ने बहा लिया इसे रातों - रात ,
हमे फिर भी नहीं घबराना  है ,
फिर से केरल बसाना है |

फिर से केरल  बसाना  है .....
जो खो चुके अपना बना बनाया घर ,
ज़िनके कट गए ना जाने कितने पर ?
उन परों को फिर से वहीं सजाना है  ,
उन्हे खुद उड़ने के काबिल बनाना है ,
फिर से केरल बसाना है |

फिर से केरल बसाना है ....
उन सब को आर्थिक रुप से सक्षम बनाना है  ,
हम देंगे उन्हे हर संभव मदद ,
ये हमारे ही तो हैं कहे शबद ,
फिर किस बात का शर्माना है ?
फिर से केरल बसाना है |

Those Three Words

This English poem highlights the importance of those three words i.e I Love You , that every Lover wanted to say in front of her Love but as sometimes some of them are unable to speak. 

How many times I tried ,
I tried to say you ….
those three words ,
How many times I tried ,
I tried to say you ….
to catch those birds ,
who were emerging ,
into my heart .

Whenever I came ,
in front of You ,
my lips tried ,
tried to speak ,
but the very next moment ,
the whole scenario changed ,
and they softly spoken ,
a simple “Hello” indeed .

We both met ,
for long hours ,
where a deep infatuation ,
bound my heart ,
and when it comes ,
the time of depart ,
I again tried ,
tried to say those three words .

Sometimes I thought ,
that why don’t you caught ?
my deep signals ,
that I slowly throw towards You ,
in some pun intended form ,
and later that I tried to reform ,
after seeing your simple smile ,
a simple smile on your face .

And on one day I collapsed ,
when you informed me about your thoughts ,
that you were compel to say those words ,
Yes , those three words to one of your beloved ,
with whom you were going to get marry ,
and was inviting me as a jury ,
to kept me as a witness for your proverb ,
when you will speak those three words .

Tears were flowing from my eyes ,
when that precious moment of your life reside ,
I murmured those words in my heart ,
when you were speaking those in front of your heart ,
and that made me spell bound ,
as a magical feeling surrounded me profound ,
“I Love You” were not just a verb ,
that was the life of those three words .

Those three words were nothing ,
for You ………
But those three words were something ,
for Me ………..
Those three words made ,
Your Life ……..
But those three words spoiled ,
My Life .

Though I tried many times ,
but failed ………
but as you tried ,
You gained ………
But still those three words ,
are more important for me than You ,
Because those three words counted as ,
my “Unsaid Love” just for YOU.

Our Promise

This English poem highlights the feelings of a beloved in which she was happy to see that Her promise was still alive after many obstacles.

Again a year drowned ,

and another comes with crown ,

but my Love for you hadn't fainted ,

because I keep my promise painted .

Whenever I declined ,

I saw your face inclined ,

I hold your hand in air ,

to keep my promise fair ,

Many obstacles blocked my path ,

many days passed without laugh ,

but your dreams are always here ,

to keep my promise glare .

"We both are Free", its a promise ,

but "We both are bound", its a critics ,

still I love you without fear ,

and keep my promise clear .

A missing feeling intact ,

when I usually check your online "status" fact ,

then I gathered all courage there ,

to keep my promise dare .

Sometimes it made a doubt ,

that perhaps you too was playing a bout ,

but on next moment I assured ,

to keep my promise secured .

Another "New Year" is welcoming our Love ,

as our promise is like a pure dove ,

where truth and dare lies ,

and forms a bonded tie.

Love And Life- A Floral Tribute

Excerpt: This English poem highlights the feelings of a female in which once she tried to end her life due to her Love but that love vanished away from her life.

Poem – Love And Life- A Floral Tribute
Photo credit: Scarletina from morguefile.com

Once a thought ,
a thought of suicide ,
broke me completely ,
and then I searched ,
a lot of tricks ,
to end my world .

More and more I go deeper ,
I found my life cheaper ,
a feeling of depression ,
surrounded me in aggression ,
each and every door then closed ,
as my thoughts made me enclosed .

I took the bottle ,
the bottle of poison ,
and consumed it wholly ,
and with in a minute ,
I faced the reality ,
that was coming slowly .

The word “Love” was then sinking ,
which some days ago was twinkling ,
The word “Life” was going to be dared ,
to emerge again with swear ,
but the inner strength was down ,
as “Love” didn’t need any crown.

A “life” was battling ,
as “Love” disappeared ,
but still “Life” wanted ,
that “Love” in her gear ,
but “Love”didn’t come ,
and “Life” became a fun.

A spark ignite ,
a “Life” got flight ,
and the “Life”screamed ,
to got “Love” in her dream ,
but “Love” had no sound ,
so it all turned around.

A broken dream ,
a filthy life ,
an insane mind ,
where dream aside ,
“Love” wins…….
“Life” spins.

Years turned ,
“Life” burned ,
“Love” again met ,
“Life” again set ,
memories came back ,
“Love”remains sack.

“Love” of another man ,
“Life” of the same soul ,
“Love” and “Life” couldn’t compromise ,
“Love” turned to go ,
“Life” turned ahead ,
with a call to another “Love” ……for come back.

“Life” never run alone ,
but “Love” can …..
so keep your “Love” always ,
in a turning pan ,
where if you deceive ,
you can conceive .

“Love” is not a garland ,
which remains around your neck ,
but “Life” is a garland ,
with lovely flowers all set ,
so let “Love” be a small flower ,
in a big “Life” garland .

Here I got the moral ,
that “Love” and “Life” are both floral ,
where the “Love” smells artificially ,
but the “Life”smells beneficially ,
so let the “Love” be sinking ,
when a “Life” bell is ringing.