Posted by akhandsi on July 11, 2015 · Leave a Comment
Love, is it not sweet and passionate The wanderer and the predetermined Sinking with the sail of dawn And drifting with the wind of dusk Love, is it not a dream of lust A spell of kiss, the pride of a huge chest The fragrance of the earth so wet Chaotic yet promise of comforts. © Akhand … Continue reading →
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Posted by akhandsi on March 17, 2015 · Leave a Comment
Cold and warm is this night I look at you, we are perfect tonight Tipsy and shaken, hiding from the light Broken and lonely with a song of cry I touch you when you ask You touch me and I break my mask Isn’t it justified, the likeness we hold It’s you what I want … Continue reading →
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Posted by akhandsi on February 14, 2014 · 1 Comment
I remember us, the way we were When we were only seventeen When we were crazily young and wild and free You were cute, pony tail and shy And I was tall, bold and alive I remember us, the way we were Madly in love with each other Eager to spend time together Unafraid of … Continue reading →
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Posted by akhandsi on December 22, 2013 · Comments Off on Love 4
Sitting by the window I look outside White frozen cotton and transparent mist The smoke escaping my mouth expresses the gist There is a fire inside my heart, the burning passion Few letters of love and few of undying emotions You turned my world upside down, now there are no premises Broken walls of ego … Continue reading →
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Posted by akhandsi on May 23, 2013 · 4 Comments
I can always think about us sometimes with love and joy and sometimes with the distance that makes me cry like a dream, I can always sleep as us wrapped in a single sheet, the warmth of our flesh burning the flame indeed. And then I look at your face the glittering eyes grabs me … Continue reading →
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Posted by akhandsi on March 29, 2013 · 5 Comments
He held her on his arms, she shook with fear that she might not be able to control her feelings and would surrender, slowly as he looked into her eyes, the love spoke and sang like a Nightingale. Her eyes were trying to run away and hide but he had a grasp on them, they couldn’t move even … Continue reading →
Posted by akhandsi on March 19, 2013 · 1 Comment
As the night grows dark, My heart jumps out of my chest, It travels the thousands mile to find a better life, Yet it always finds you; knowing that you are the one. With the daylight, It comes back, and hides into my chest, Then slowly looks at you sleeping beside me, Rare and astounding beauty, … Continue reading →
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Posted by akhandsi on October 4, 2012 · 8 Comments
Present: Night seems so long, he decides to get a coffee. While he walks to the kitchen he smiles on how stupid and ignorant he was when he was a kid. Pouring the coffee into his mug he walks back to the porch. He looks down to the ground; the height is too much to … Continue reading →
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