Slowly, sensation by sensation the sun was sliding into the purple horizon.
From their warm connection to the laced fingers, the pearl drop has created a sound like the bullets of separation.


And, the bond stiffens like a frozen flower in the November garden.
Overshadowed by the dark clouds of misunderstandings yet, a silver lining always appear in the gray and cloudy sky.


They are still holding on to each other yet, the nightmare of separation has begun to haunt them.
Irrevocability of the consequences;
The desolation and sorrow has invaded the path yet, there is still a glimmer of hope.


The silent and motionless sea has made desolate yet, the separation has created a deep and endless gulf.
Like the frantic waves of the sea sets pebble apart.


Yet, the pebbles still dance on the reverberation of sea.
The cold breeze is throwing them far apart.
And, rendering all sounds goes mute.
Yet, separation in the midst of the lovers making them fear.


Ecstatic moment has become an unforgettable memory.
Like a palanquin of flowers made by dreams and desires.
The vivid imagination that used to fill the void has vanished.


Like the dreamer startled from sleep.
There is nothing left to be said yet; the eyes of heart are looking for an old connection.
Like the heart is made of the vision of ecstasy, it keeps reminiscing about the old beautiful days.


And, the enchanting images are gravitating around like a dreamer’s heart.
It’s a quite disaster yet, it has set the two worlds apart.

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Where soul meets


Dedicated to all the girls who are entering into the new phase of their life..

A woman and her moment 

Her innocence was flowing in the most purest form of divinity 

While, she was choosing a perfect attire for her wedding

Suddenly, a thought of him made her spellbound 

Her mesmerizing beauty was flowing

When she wore the satin piece of clothing 

It was adding beauty to her soul 

Her overwhelming thoughts were flowing through her veins.

Travelling to momentary moments 

Added a blaze of magic to her little world 

Arrival of wedding knots tinged the wedding bells, 

Like a melody in Tristan 

As she walks the aisle in beauty, like the night 

Of dazzling clouds and starry skies

Somewhere in the vast imagination of her mind 

She is dreaming a fairytale wedding and to live happily ever after is her only desire 

With a sprinkle of faith and in abundance of hope 

She is tying the knot of understanding and love 

Yet, it goes a long, long way.

The love that she carries in her heart can not be measured 

It joins you as one, not just with a ring 

But a future together and ever after 

Her only wish is to keep the love alive and make it last.

She has been waiting for this moment so long 

To take the vows and say, “will you be mine?”

She is pursuing the solitary pathways through the twilit meadows and her innocence is flowing in the most purest form of divinity.

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Love is in the air you breathe 

Love is fire within soul. 

Love is the reflection of your real self

Love is the ecstasy of revelation 

It has no other desire but to fulfill itself.

Hold her hand and enlighten her to that place she long to be,

Believe her voice in the wilderness.

Her innocent words and sensitivity will rekindle your believe in love.

You will find yourself a bit lost in her thoughts, but her purposeful gleam will lit up your prominent eyes,

It’s fire within her soul yet, its flames will ignite fire in your soul.

Her extricable connection would give you power,

Her sinking sensation will drive you crazy yet the mellow fantasy will absorb you.

Allow the trail of your fingers to experience the adventure.

Evacuate her loop of memories and let her thoughts gravitate around you.

Unveil the intricate layer of her soul and strip off the knot that envelops the beauty.

Her beauty will sparkle on the edge of your finger just like champagne.

The beauty within her soul will make your heart bound.

She is on a kind of escapism that doesn’t need anyone’s approval.

Just like a form of sparkling wine that is produced from the grapes but after its fermentation, the carbonation is created.

His miraculous touch makes her breathless yet, his words leaves her speechless.

When, he solves her hair, her delicate heart beats a little faster and adds an induced flavor of his love.

Like a burst of effervescence, she couldn’t take her eyes off him and burst into an emotional hemisphere of thoughts.

His disquieting half smile and smirk penetrates the chill.

She incoherently wraps herself around him like a pearl drop from the string but creates a momentary pause that allows him to pour his love over her delicate heart.

Pearl drop creates a sound like raindrops that gives inclination to her quest for thirst.

And the choreography of lips and fingertips enthralls her.

Her intrepid heart meets his heavy breathing yet implores him with an ecstasy of bliss and makes bittersweet reminiscence.

A moment strung and her neck gather the velvet lined memories and his tumultuous heart makes her gasp.

His intense gaze takes her to the vineyard and allows her to dive completely in the procurement of grapes.

As grapes produce the type of sparkling wine.

Just like her heart beats on the lyrics composed of his heart.

Intense yet beautiful,

Just like a rose, she does not reveal everything at once but, his love makes her weak and lift her up at the same time.

It sprinkles the moisture of understanding and evaporates love.

Like in the oscillation of moment and sibilant waves of the ocean, the crush of his eyes, grips her and leaves the particles of magic.

Two embodied souls produce the magic that makes a rose bloom and the impact of velvety petals fills her heart with love.

She is composed of his love and she contains him.

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Parody of creation


  Each day
Our little
Pearl of innocence
Is like a leaf moved
By universal winds.

    By Poetic T

Clouds hovering and lingering over the cold day filled with crevasse of silence and familiar voices were filling the void,
His breath tasted like a combination of weed, scotch whisky and mimosa.

Deep sensation and a tendril layer of fluid like liquid was flowing through her veins and suddenly the crashing waves of his luscious lips drowned her in the sea of love,
Like a scarlet rose with a heartwarming fragrance sweet yet filling mind with fermentation process of love,

Sizzling love is flaming up and filling her with flames of scarlet desires and mixing with the flow of her blood,
Magnetic moment of infra red waves of sea is pulling her up and pulling her out the passionate love is speaking the language of love and web of expressions are glistening the scattering light,

Myriad thoughts are consuming the mirage of imagined moments and colliding with the blood cells and splitting widening the scope of momentary moments,
Mixing with the innocence of thoughts and intensity of mind,
A flawless beauty and evil grin with the disquieting smile is encircling and gripping them,

Wine red lips are dripping and dragging the dewdrops of blood and pulling back each other with a sheer happiness,
Wild temptations are themselves narrating a story of devotion and dreams forming imagination with dripping honey and milk,
Soft yet gentle petals of roses are ascending and awakening the tingled senses,

She is melting in his arms like a fulfillment of tantalizing whiff of desires,
Heavenly and marvelous
To the infinity and beyond the spell of magic is giving rise to incite waves of ocean,wild yet endless.
Delicacy of lips are exploring the lusciousness of mimosa yet tender drill of love and kisses are enticing the moments,

Hooking her up and making her obsessed with the exceptional taste of universal love yet creation of mind,
Slowly and gently;
His hands gripped her and his arms grabbed her waist,
Pressing her towards the wall, whispered the Parody of creation of renowned identity of newly formulated love,

Diving in the elation of intimacy of mind, body and soul,
Love is an illusion of noble mind yet a magnificent illustration.
As he glance at her, the coruscating beauty is forming a curve and molding her into him,
His charm never fails to fill the void of her mind with winding up thoughts yet making her blush and seeing her dancing on the rapturous love is his desire.

His deep caressing and reaching to the back of her and conquering the depth of her mind.
Processed magic of distilled love particles are distillery producing a mash of passion making the heart pound and soul awaken.
Converting and producing the fermentable substances of substrate belongingness and the growing love is making her head over hill,

Distilling and vibrating with the flow of high evaporated energy that is going down through her spinal chord and making her converging yet generating warmth and care.
Releasing her stress and anxieties yet heart desires are exploding like a volcanic eruption and making them high in love.

Wide spreading the magic of wholly matured love through the raving talks and ornamenting to the meadow of heart,
Renovating and retaining the nuance of red and enhancing the taste of lips by exchanging and pulling the luscious lips filled with dew drops of scotch whisky.

Connoting and connecting the knots of love with a zeal of excitement reaching to the peak of higher ecstasy.
Persuading and permitting each other to explore the wildness behind the darkness of souls,
As the treasure is always kept sacredly in the darkness where even a ray of light cannot reach to it.

The fondness of going beneath the depth and outshining the particles of love leading them towards the crush of lips adding infra red magnetic beauty to it.
Slowly and gradually

He grabs his neck to free his twisted fingers through the depth of her hair and allow her to lead the way and his intertwined trail and recognized smile wins her heart
And eventually all the moments becomes memories of unforgettable moments and imaginary imagination.

As her forehead feels the tender flow of love with the lightness of his lips and slowly encircling her again and leaning over her yet now her head is laying over his heart,
Remembering and recognizing the beats of hearts

Gradually, the hovering and lingering clouds are beckoning fulfilling them with a crevasse of silence and familiar voices are filling the void.

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Starry nights, glistening Eyes

Amid the reflection of moon on the bottom of lake.

Stars were moving as straight as hawks 

Curving out at the edge to carve the beautiful evening 

Frail and fair, so delicately balanced the air 

Lumbering upon a thrown of pearl 

Beside the lake, beneath the trees.

The path etched with pebble stone were leading through the velvety petals.

Entangled by lights all around and enlightening to the place that I long to be 

To the bridge, undisturbed by winds where twilight gleams 

Like a melody in Tristan 

Foaming and gurgling into unwavering cavern

Like the shooting stars, whispering and champagne.

Invokes with twinkling eyes and fleeting desires.

A divine touch with magical aura thrills the brain.

Beautiful, enchanting and sublime 

Like a sinking sensation and mellow fantasy.


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He is like a whimsical formed line across the sky.

He is like a shore of horizon turning into a shade of mulberry. 

Oh so luminous and illuminating

Like the extended banks of cloud that grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of periwinkle nuance.


Sometimes like a stray wisp of formed hues giving a dazzling view.

Like a choreography of notions.

His mere glance makes a reverberation dance.

Oh, so enlightening and sublime.

Drowning in the depth of his mind is like the waves of ocean and tides that allows free flow of thoughts. 


He is like a stroke of brush that embellishes a sheet of canvas and make it the most enchanting painting ever.

He is a loophole of lively memories that makes everything glow and gleam.

Oh, so lovely and heartwarming 

Like a soul made up of sunset, champagne and kisses. 


Sometimes he moves like a sibilant waves, sometimes like frantic waves.

Or the confined air that makes me lose my way into him.

Twirling into his trail of expressions and fluttering with childlike excitement.

Holding him wildly and adjusting myself  into his arms 

Makes me feel that I know him since sky begin to grew darker. 

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Sky as the poet and sun as his poetry are enlightening the surface of clouds with the golden hues

Opening the ripples of spectre grey hues.

Redecorating and rekindling the cloudy canopy.

And painting the memory of old beautiful autumn days.



Yet, the fallen leaves and blossom flowers are welcoming the season of frost and rime.

The mist upon the leaves is the awning of winter.

Spindled deep in the frost morning.

Like the string of lyre, 



The vacillation of mind is filled with the full hearted song of joy.

And the sweet melodious voice arose among the weakening eye of Day.

Yet, the lights and shades of dawn were fading away.



While, the dew upon the trunk of a tree is glistening the horizon 

Beneath the winter dregs 

The dazzling display of stars crisply whispered to night. 

Flew to and fro, shadows danced upon such rhyme.



Yet, the flames of fire beneath the fireplace were providing warmth.

Behind it the invisible net of tender night crunched among the soul.

All of a sudden the long extended clouds rose upon the horizon.

And yet again sky as the poet and sun as his poetry whispered to soul.

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