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Wings

Mar 1, 2023
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By Amethiya bindiya pareshbhai


Wild flower


I am that wild flower nobody stops to pick you are searching for that romantic red roses here my wilderness and intoxicating scent can make you faint. wait, this is apparent contradiction! like your one foot in a fairy-tale and another in abyss will you ever consume me? if yes then why? I am that wild flower nobody stops to pick!





Seeking libration


What do you see What do you see in my eyes? Don't you know they are holding dreams seeking liberation for my untamed verses the poesy of the art the art of seduction is overflowing with every blink of my lashes the flickering movement will take you to the serendipity very soon.






I drink sunset



I drink sunsets

in chasing the moonlight.

I crumble into pieces

that spread like shiny stars.


If you see in the sky

even with closed eyes

you would realize

my shine was enough

to rediate your

dark nights.









I haven`t experienced


No, don’t just simply start kissing

for I have never felt the lust

your eyes staring at me with

Please stare

Stare for some long time

I havan`t experienced this melody

my heart just danced in delight with

by consuming your eyes

I feel thirsty

by your touch

now let me reach to

our untamed muses.













Your lips are like magnet


Your lips are like magnet

As soon as I see you

I crave your kiss.


My desires starts melting

possessing you my flame

as if a candle melts against.


I wish to surrender,

I want to obey,

your each and every order

My man.


My arched back for you

is ensuring my untamed wants


I am waiting for your

passionate lovemaking now.




I think of you..



I think of you and

my obsession starts

to rise again

hormones gushes

to fill my veins

my hands want

your bare skin to touch

my body wants

your soothing warm body to

rub against in romantic rhythm

my tongue wants

your tougue having

the taste of my own juices

you just slurped in

my breaths want

your lust to trespass

to get inhaled.



River


Looking from far

felt like dissolved

mountain cant hold

flowing endless lust

for the ocean

desperate river

will reach anyway

to the desires

to the ultimate

to eternity.






Death – the unsolved mystery


Death

Isn`t it the ultimate

I strive for always ?

The subtle phase

residing in me, in you,

in each of us,

in each life on this planet

loging for that external experience

that magical moments

giving utmost calmness , peace.

No more noises of thoughts,

no more pinching of feelings

no love, no hate, no regret

no grudges , no good no bad.

Only deep silence

the ultimate goal

Isn`t it we strive for the same ?

Death - steal a mystery unsolved.



Who am I ?


I can write

Endlessly being a nomad

on my imaginary dimension.


I am that wisp of thought

You had in your drams last night.

I am that fantasy

giving you goosebumps

with every intoxicating sip

I am your pain in crowd,

I am your relief in loneliness.

I am that curled satin sheet,

witnessing your loging every night.

I am that half drunk wine glass,

you might have thrown in agony.

I am those echoes,

you might want to hear from within.

I am that text,

you wish to see again and again

I am that face,

you want to cherish every night

I am that soft embrace,

You can drown yourself in,

every single night

but as the sun rises in your eyes

may get blurred

as I soon will venish.

I am that dewdrop, taken birth

From the morning mist

Waiting for some butterfly

To burst forth

And spread the ravishing bliss !





New me – shining from within


Continue rejection at times

made me itrospected

for my abilities to love

and get loved back !


Certainly I broke the barrier

for I was hiding behind

all my true self for years

and so my desires too.


Now I can see new me

blooming into a new world

so do my imaginary fantasies.


I am unstoppable now.

I am unique,

I am so raw and rare

like an unpolished daimond

so tough to break

shining from within.


By Amethiya bindiya pareshbhai





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