Everything startsAs a blank canvasJust waitingTo be given meaning.
Love me or hate me.whatever you chooseI’ll keep bugging you.😉
We only needEach others’ eyes,And my hungry lipsBetween your thighs.©VishalDutia
Don’t think that everybody will like you because you also can’t like everyone.
You are a tenant in meGrowing poisons to settle the debt of life.© VishalDutia
You can speak, tell, yell and scream.But the real weight of these words, will never be heard.© VishalDutia
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Naked upon her forest floor
We wrote our love in a fall of colours.
I feel like I never stop breathing without inhaling you in my daily life.
While others chasing moneySuccess, health, happinessMy heart chases you…
The body needed a gpsso the soul gave it desire
His eyes never lieThat’s why he always looks at the sky.
Sometimes my heart shutters,Butterflies fly out of my stomach with quiet flutters.
The tragedy of overthinking is once you stopYou never want to think again
Words unlock the gatewayTo the deepest thoughts of our mind.
If some questions can not be answeredWhy do we choose to ask them?
Words mean nothing when they are hidden away,They are just thoughts on paper left to decay.
Learn to centre and balance yourselfscales of regulation wealth
Let’s take each other’s hand and go for a walk on the Dreamy Roads of LoVe and forget ourselves..To stay there Forever.
I die nightly upon her lipsOnly to be reborn in her glorious sunrise.
could I seeall the beauty within mewith my eyes open?
Reveries in her amber eyes,Belied the sheer passion burning within her veiled sombre skies.
She is a masterpieceOf flawless flaws
She stains the walls of my heartIn the scents of her intimate garden
She drowns in his shallow watersFor she was never allowed to swim
Everyone has sexual contents or visuals in his/her mind but need to explore inner self for eternal love.
Timeless moments transforms into timeless memories woven into puzzle pieces left in our hearts
People just believe
in the new, and they forget —
that it is ageing.©VishalDutia
Does the Sunknow the wonderof its own rising?
Although we walk under we do not sink
letters under the umbrella help us think.
“It’s not you, it’s me.”
And I agreed.
Please! No more than one birth
Already too many folks on earth
You can overlook men’s bones
Most are spineless testosterone’s
She wears her smile like Armour
Nothing and no one can harm her.
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