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He_She, ibeingme

And they kissed

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“Somedays I wish i had kissed a guy before I first met you” she sighed.
“I never stopped you from doing that even today. Go ahead. Have some fun” he said looking at the stars spread in a mysterious pattern above him.
She kept silent, staring at the same stars and suddenly rising up she shouted, “Hurry up then, I need to go kiss someone before its late.” He knew better than to argue, so followed her as she ran down the valley towards their car.Once settled in her seat, she waited impatiently for him to do the same.
And then they kissed.
She grinned. He smiled.
“Hopeless nutcase. Can you not let me watch the stars in peace ever ?” He asked mocking anger
“This is for the guy you were before I met you. You sure have no objection right” she laughed as they drove back home.
The stars could wait, but not the ones they felt inside as the kisses grew bolder.

He_She, my days, poetry

A to Z challenge : Lonely nights

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Much has been written,
And said
Of nights in our times
Foggy like ghosts of dead.

Hollow eyes stay glued
To hopes
We neither understand
Nor we pull those ropes.

Confused emotions
And dreams
Lie bleeding in heart
Supressing the screams.

In silent whispers of loss
And loneliness
I scribble these verses
N order to be blessed.

Pardon my sharp tongue
And loud voice
Remember the tears,
The would pay the price.

In dark i lie awake
And alone
Awaiting the dawn of love
Melting the stares so cold.

If once you turned back
To see
The eyes are set on roads
That bring you to me

3WW, He_She, hindi, ibeingme, inspired, love, translated

He – she – Love

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जो मिले नहि कभी राहों में
आज मिलते हैं इक दूजे की बाहों में
सपनों का जिनको शौक ना  था
आज कहते हैं खुदा से , सच हो हर  दुआ  ..

(This is specially for Ibeingme )

Translation:

they never crossed
each other’s path
yet today they stay
in each other’s heart;
they never dared
to cherish a dream
yet whisper prayers
to make love happen still.

And now to the 3WW poem :

He illustrates love
not with red roses
that she might falsely like;
but with sallow leaves
handpicked from the way
she likes to be green.