yesk nair

On the shores of your brow
I build a dream home,
There I can see your eyelids
Kissing at all times
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How many lips kissing me a day
On intervals I enchantingly thirst for a new
Every lip has desire and grief
Some are barren some are baffling
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The garlands you made
With the flowers of melancholy
Are for whom to adore?
Is it to the deity of silence?
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Through the hole
The wind sips
A Christmas carol
Gently to my ears
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That blue eyelids reminds me
Of the mist in December
The fog on the morning
Were she clad in white
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Storms through the chinks of chaos
Put out the lights of possibilities
They called it as war of necessities
They made these barren lands fertile
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In memorial’ deserts memories still in infancy
Loneliness in ecstasy reminds of
Those slumber in remembrance shrine
I failed to remember to say I love her
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It is a procession to death
Often we do mistakes knowingly
Accumulating all the love streams
We never bother to originate a brook
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Oh loneliness I love you a lot
Because we always alone
I love you most, as you are lonely
In the world of sounds around
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Like a sorrow at the end of a smile
You came to borrow my pangs a while
Like a dew from winters of rapture
Fell in me, smeared and capture
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Probabilities withered
Under the debris,
Of the past year.
Were I couldn’t
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It is December
The cold December
My mobile wants a sweater
I failed to found one for her
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The waiter asked me
'What would you drink'?
I replied-
“A cup of love”
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