She melted herself into the vintage he took the glass to the road pit and poured entire of her inside, outside the bar. Cuts, and segments of knife over his chest, came after her drops as corrupt smell of her toes still arouses to him.
He tiptoed and seized her shape gousing fleshy thighs with concretes soaked in pious blood of saints, she used to kill during every new moon night.
The mud there smelled of rotten magnolia, he swallowed an unwanted breath, took her dirty socks off Both walked towards the lea, they came from, and marked trails of silence
I see the love from spirals of Andromeda which spans widely till thousands of light years, and stems from your neck after every bath you take in the heart of galaxy. I see the love, bobbing in the uterus of a super earth, made by us after gulping down all the cold constellations.
Gullet being dried of reciting the love Poems , which a Proto Shakespeare completed for us after eon of our destiny was being written together on the same folio. So We drink some folk songs of species in outer world and its intensity gets contained in countless particles of space to stimulate them, to make them dance over symphony nine of Beethoven.
Decreasing lines of horizon overlies with each point of our foreheads and pave the path for our love to move forward, It walks on, crushes down the crust till the inner core of us and reaches the line where radioactive processes vomit the heat to make the constellations move, we swallowed once.
I trace your fingerprints on my backbones, slightly cut my clavicles and make you kiss all over. I break the denials for the world, i squeeze the sun, and let the heat slip down over your chest. We both embrace the same warmth, and love happens everywhere with no void left in space.
I see the love in free fall of dove wings on your eyelids at half mast, You feel the fluffiness of saturn rings, damped in the wet heaven of moonlets. I see the love, exploding in hidden hypernova of your soul, produced after core collapse of stars in our stomach.
Remember the day, those talks, those toffees, those russian salads, those samosas, several time we had. Addressing stalkers as bhains, bakri ( Wo Komal ki bachi) used to be one of our favourite things. Those Lame wordplays with senior , some childish efforts to fix Maulie here, i do remember and can retrace back exact as these things happened to us.
[ Memorable one: That non-stop copy paste of random things in my comment box, What a cute revenge :D]
After traversing many fake accounts, after watching constellations together all night, we made thousands of memories, Some of them are with me. Some of them are with you. Some are with both of us. I've lost that account, we used to talk on and annoy other night owls. Being little sad cause that was special :(
So, no matter how insignificant we make things, they do affect us somehow. We were also. Things we'd never thought of,all happened to us. We faced all and learned that we won't let ourselves be affected by these filth.
In such a crowd, there're only few, we crave for. we don't want anyone other than these. We always used to wait for eachother's words for our composition, as if it seems incomplete without. Time passed, things moved forward but I'm glad for the things between us are still same as before.
Junior G, you're jack of all trades. No matter how lame your jokes are, they always make me laugh ( as we both genuinely respect our sense of humour)
Je suis la personne la plus stupide qui soit jamais arrivée Vous, je ne sais pas comment je souhaite des gens au hasard avec beaucoup de mots et d'adjectifs. Parce que quand il s'agit de mon propre peuple, je suis toujours à court de mots. Je ne peux pas écrire exactement ce que je veux faire mais tu sais bien ce que je veux pour toi.
Alors laissez-moi déposer tous mes souhaits, avec des boules de chocolat noir fondu sur le bout de votre nez, Joyeux 18th anniversaire, Junior G! @vivenne Nous vous aimons. ❤️
Many Things are still left to drop here, ek baar likhte likhte exit ho gya tha :((
तारीखें बस रुक जाया करतीं हैं, फिसलता ये वक्त कभी परवाज़ नहीं भरता, बज़्म तारीफें बेपनाह करता है तेरी, जां अश'आर मेरा अब, कोई आवाज़ नहीं करता!
If I could stop something, I would have stopped all the small squads of the time, on adding which, largest distances have been reduced just in sheets of concretes and Stones. If I could stop something, I would have stopped the timeframe of that gorgeous smile, on which , I've closed all my sides, only a side of peace is left over the hueless cheekbones of my pale face. If I could write, I would have written those delightful echoes of you voice, whose presence arouses a wave of satiety within the empty chambers of my silent heart.
You're the first one in whom I got the role of a mentor, in which I got that mixed glimpse of motherhood and friendship, which enabled me to accept the truth, to expose the lie. You are that pure essence of maturity, who, by ignoring all our minor mistakes, constantly showers her love. You're the person who told me that the world's not like you, people and their thoughts are wandering in a cruel environment and you're far away from this.
Trust is not dead yet, after coming across her, I got to know this. She made me aware of those faces, I could never see. People, with whom one can share oneself completely are rare , she's rare but see, I've. By God grace, I've you, who's strong enough to listen everyone's perspective, soft enough to be melted easily through the strokes of affection and feelings.
I've never learnt how to metamorphosed my feelings exact into words and I don't know when I'll know this, or maybe I'll remain dumb likewise. Things I wanted to drop here, are still hitting the walls in my heart but how to speak them out, I can't. Just because my love, those words have no worth to pen you down this easily. A Hope is attached with my pen that You'll assume and draw my heart for you, Hope You get my feelings exact as I wanted to show. I know, You do.
Thanks to the creator for you to be with me, for garlanding you heart with fragrances of kindness and making you affable. So now with buckets of love, and pouches of chocolates, wishing you a wonderful life as you want it to be. More strength and greetings to your upcoming journey. Kill each blunder outright, Blast every bubble of happiness.
To my dearest mirakee friends don't be confused about my new acct. I tried my best to log in from my previous acct but it didn't work, another problem is I have difficulties in posting the image as well, please bear with me.
And I was admiring the beauty of nature It was morning, Sunrise It looked light red and yellowish pink Peaceful gentle breeze In the whole colourful atmosphere Full of fragnence Positive and Aesthetic vibe And I started thinking about Flowers
There is peace There is beauty Flowers both at the same time
Every flowers are poem Exquisite treasure of green emotions!
Don't know why I love flowers that much Thinking about them Those Dried flowers Their leaves wither away Colours fade away But still why Those dried flowers looks beautiful too !?
Strange it is!
Fragrance of flowers creating positive energy and ideal environment for prayer and worshipping
Offering flowers to Lord Showing utmost devotion and love A common belief Flowers give happiness to God!
We human beings are buried in the grave when die And these flowers spread Beauty there also
Every flowers are poem Silently they blooms In silence they wither away !
Thinking deeply about Flowers Neither selfish nor altruistic They teach us a lot Without saying anything
Dried, Velvet Alive flowers, dead flowers Sunflower, white flowers Saffron flower, yellow flowers Scarlet, Emerald or Crimson Every flowers are poem!
They spread fragnence in the Whole atmosphere
Makes me feel so happy These flowers feels like a freind Listen to me And makes me feel loved!