THE KISS

THE KISS

Every morning, it touches my cheek

Convey the pretty lovely day

Envy the absence, with a leak;

With leaves presence;

Bring back that bright sun;

Ring at least once;

Raise me to pretty fence,

Call me to the land of lun,

Let you know how I feel

Get you back just with the same,

Surrender the words of beauty,

Better I have a reason to tame,

Hell is without you,

Heaven is your memories.

Love you love you,

I say several times killing myself.

They may turn rivalries,

For next era I pray console my soul,

Earning your heart was motive,

Learning to live without you, is my sacrifice,

Life told me thrive,

Just as a bee in hive,

Being in your arm,

Healing the hurt,

That may be a holy harm,

A voice calls whenever that frame is near,

When I broke it was louder than I hear,

Blown away my strike,

It’s my tears which always kills me,

Why you drove it away it was hike,

I warned you!  So you could be ever;

And then forever,

Leaving mist and fog,

Heaving my heart!!!!

I am a log,

Which passes with the flow,

I rub your thoughts with agony,

I crucially envy,

Hitch the throb

For whom I got robbed,

The acoustic feel of loneliness

Suffering the emptiness

The holistic form of another life,

As your wife,

May be a mistake,

I lived for my peace,

Now that too is fake,

I was in search of that single piece,

Which always had your smell?

I needed you always,

Empty empty everywhere

Pity on the life which said yes,

Witty on that smile,

Which took me miles away every time,

Now this all happens for that single chubby cheek,

Which miss a single touch of your sweet kiss?

Pc: Google

.

,

The seven shore dream !

The seven shore dream,

I too had a dream,

With a thick layer of cream,

No one knows the thirst,

But I always knew it best,

One mid night there was a bad riot,

Where I lost my shelter,

 Roar in cheers,

Roar in tears,

My land of beauty,

Turned a desert;

Leaving the dry;

And the fellow thy;

The garden near the coast;

Turned as a blood of beast,

I was in urge of the word;

Where they were in fun of sword,

Around I found the corpses, and rattle;

 While they only saw battle,

I saw the loneliness,

While they went for absoluteness,

I cried aloud;

Along the winds of cloud,

The ease of my breeze,

Glared away with a glaze,

Alas! My dream of shore turned;

As a land of howl and bark,

Ruined with the cry of mother,

Resounded the pity of father,

Grumble of pain,

Humble in vain,

Let they invade and be honored,

Let the clergy be flattered,

Oh! Al mighty, I call;

Give them the sow of peace;

Never let us down in space;

We will borrow the holes;

We will borrow the eatables;

We owe another word;

We never blowhard;

Or you leave the ways;

And let, the beauty sways;

Bring back the lantern;

Leaving back the wanton;

Without the baton:

Closing the eyes in a deep mourning;

 Opening the eyes in a bright morning

Is just a furlong   ?

This is far and long.

Oh! My dream of seven shore when will you come back to me,

With the rage;

Of your age,

Throwing suffers and pains.

Concept: the suffering and pains of war victim.