His lips are not of sinners yet the taste is slowly turning bitter. Hell is here and I fear my love for him. Kisses are getting dirty; with a tint of innocence, however quirky. But he has a pure soul and a fine mind. There’s fire all over in this, and he’s seeking peace. I want to calm him with the blood running in my veins; vigilant enough to burn him with my flames. He likes speaking in between breaths.

Clumsy knees, Wrinkled eyes & rough palms. Beauty is everywhere, See what is behind the dark & for this you need to look from within. Make your heart fair, Also, your thoughts clear & this would be a clean place. Winsome mind, Complimentary lips & a kind soul.

Every time you read a poem, it would be different than previous. Poets shape verses accordingly, and add warmth into raw words of obvious. A poem is a mystery to everyone, filled with pain and desires. Poets shape verses accordingly, and arrange the words before they expire. A poem can make lifeless person feel alive, but make the mind a horrific place. Poets shape verses accordingly, and let words flow in their own space.

Slow kisses and fast heartbeats, Soft fingers and crushed sheets. No inch untouched with your violet lips all around, Cover me with your skin because I desire to be brown. Gasp close to my ear and make me moan, Let the fire flow from flesh to bone. Run your palms through my hair, Look me in the eye and make it worth a stare. Drench me with the wine so white, Decorate me at the sinful night. Allow my neck to feel your tongue gliding,

the white moon and all the bright stars, the bitter espresso and all the cold nights, the unclear intimacy and all the prolonged talks, the cozy sheet and all the free glimpses, the hardest fall and all the vague hugs, the heartfelt love and all the bad kisses, the wild heart and all the improbable dreams, the sacred trust and all the naked thoughts, the correct intuition and all the wrong decisions,

How’s this happening of me holding a pen again? Trapped in the wit and bound by each vein. My vision is blurred but my mind is clear; I’ll take a paper but there’s something I fear. Combination of thoughts made up inside my head; The part of life simultaneously alive…

Everyone over thinks, but no one is ready to accept; each mind moves a thousand miles every day. Everyone is unhappy, but no one believes to be; we are fooled by ourselves and the world as well. Everyone is judgemental, but no one wants to be a prey for one; …

I am longing for your touch and intrepid to be burnt. I am longing for your warmth in the freezing climate. I am longing for your spark and look into your eyes. I am longing for your brightness in the pitch dark existence. I am longing for your passion to get merged with your flames. You are the fire, I’ve been longing to perceive.

Looking up in the sky; counting the stars with you. Flying with the wings so high; seeing the sun shine besides. Collecting all the reasons; knowing about none. Comforting all the seasons; whispering to the wind. Connecting the glittery dots; glowing in your eyes. Tying up all the knots; following the destined paths. Dressing up with all the grace; crushing the flowers with smell. Holding onto each place;