one more last time…
the first and last time of our meet
has dispersed all the secrets,
we fall on each other’s shoulder,
years of love carried o’er,
one more last time,
O, my love, before you take off,
I will shed the last drop,
Let it stay on your womb,
to take a birth be with you,
One more last time,
Shall I touch your cheek and I will,
pull off my eyes and with my own will,
I hand o’er on your hand,
Keep it safe on your heart,
One more last time,
I will cry to the world as a wild beast,
Let this cry rip off the sky from cliff,
I will write a story of love on vein,
with those tears of breakup pain.
Made of fresh cocoa powder,
With fresh milk oozing out,
A sweetened red petals of lips,
Pinch of salt to sugarate,
Watering mouth, wetting the lips,
I long you taste me,
Adore me like a fresh baby,
Lick it like a honey finger,
I will remember the love you had-
When I flow throw your throat,
Kiss me, I am desperate,
I will make you remember forever.
-A chocolate lips on the desk.
காலம் மாறலாம் , நம் கோலம் மாறலாம்
கண்ட கனா மாறலாம் , உலகம் கூட வேறு ஆகலாம்,
பேசிய பேச்சும் , காற்றில் கலந்த பேச்சலையும் ,
யுகங்கள் கடந்து அண்டம் முழுதும் வாழ்ந்தேயாகும்.
He twisted the whip against her plait,
She fell on his lap as a bestie,
He took her on his chest,
Consoled the her desires.
Talked for hours and played like babies ,
They are best pals in heart,
Yet, time has come to end the story,
They are dusts in the time,
Memories will speak the lures he inseminated.
The winter sprinkles the snow flakes,
upon my head and glides to the floor,
I cherish the lily petals from the sky,
Like I am welcomed to the party.
I walk towards a warm room to wrap me,
In a fire blanket upon my chest,
As she stood by the door, I feel,
Her glance turned me on heat.
I chase her like the water extinguisher,
To soothe my body and soul,
as we fall upon the floor and cuddle,
We lay as a intertwined fire and snow,
As I enter her core,
She doused the heart and manliness.
Write our love on stars,
Solder in the walls of the sky
Generations to read our story.
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India the peninsular land of saints,
A mountain of religions and beliefs,
Ocean of knowledge and science,
Was swallowed under the colonial rule,
Lost it’s morals and unity,
People forgot the ethics and divinity,
Divided and ruled for half millennium,
Patriots and freedom fighters,
Emerged and fallen under bullets,
the land of non-violence against British bullets,
Fetched the freedom under Mahatma’s leadership,
World understood the meaning of freedom fight.
Democracy flourished and a declared republic,
Once again taken under control of politicians,
Was stolen and looted the wealth abroad,
She lost her beauty and customs,
Indians struggling under the poor leaders,
India the peninsular land of looters,
We pray her beauty to be revived.