my smile arrives,
from lips to eyes,
i hug myself tight
smile getting bright.
i gaze into my image
reading my soul’s page,
and bend my head a little
like solving some puzzle.
then suddenly i feel
as if you can see me,
i bury my blushing face
into my hug’s empty space.
before i can recover well
from this act of foolishness,
often i get your sudden call
as if you really read my heart.
i smile on being questioned
“what you busy doing my love”
how to tell i was admiring myself
but the admiration is yours to tell.
Even if women refuse,they know well that every gossip traces back to seraglio.
love does blossom there~its not only spent passions~thus lives a seraglio (haiku )
i prefer being the one you hate rather be among the seraglio you love !!
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Some people make you complete;some just vitiate;you were the latter,i realized a lot late..
my dreams are his widow;he the one to Vitiate their hues.my words r now tears;when i thought joys are due.
as much as your touch stimulate;i won’t say it doesn’t vitate my ideas 😉
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