Less her, is no definite, She twinkles through the sweet moonlight. Let her name crown mine till our infinite, She is loved, in the bristling day and the charming night. Mount our dwelling in her serenading trails, She, the beauteous abodes in our scintillating orbs. Mantled are thoughts of her under the enchanting midnight feathers, She quagmires us within her soft breezes. Our being, our pursuit and rosy evenings, She seers the thirst of our pink pulp-ings. Let her name crown mine till our infinite, She is loved, in the bristling day and the charming night. Mount our dwelling in her serenading trails, She, the beauteous abodes in our scintillating orbs. Mantled are thoughts of her under the enchanting midnight feathers, She quagmires us within her soft breezes. Our hope, our sky-high dreams, our universe of desires, She breeds the ecstatic utopia of memoirs. Let her name crown mine till our infinite, She is loved, in th...
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As I am trying to find my happiness in others, I lay in a state of Utter Unhappiness, I go to bed every night; sleepless, My dreams flying into smoulders, And my head cast in an abysmal ache. I have abdicated my life, With the intention of making them guilty, But the sores are being thrown my way only, Presenting numbness goes to be the best solution, That to my sheer disintegration.
The following is a Guest Post and may not be in line with the philosophy of Our Alter Ego. I just wanted to give people the opportunity I always thirsted for but never got, which is a platform for expression. I hope you appreciate the endeavours. Be Light, Much Love, Iam Aehr. . . . The mountains, and the fountains. The tree, and the sea. The sand, and the sun. The soil, and the oil. The diamond, and the platinum. The gold, and the marigold. The hail, and the rail. The snow, and the airglow. The ice, and the fish slice. The dog, and the frog. The cat, and the rat. The penguins, and the dolphins. The pocket, and the wallet. The jacket, and the closet. The bucket, and the locket. The rainbow, and the shadow. The lollipop, and the teardrop. The donuts, and the walnuts. They all have different colours, odours, flavours, and textures. They all have different shapes, and are available at a different pl...
In the brief span we met, I've know feelings I didn't know I had anymore, Friendship, In a whole new light, Like a dawn of blazing sunshine, Where in the mirror image over the sea, was your thoughts, over my heart. Time would pass, but it would only be when I was with you, that it would start, And end too soon. My old world suddenly seemed different, Like you would be with me, Around, And I saw everything through your image, Like new magic shrouding my heart, Like a dawn of new ideas, sired by your memories, And unspoken, The bond went on to form, One sided. Because, I never knew your heart, Rhea. And I knew, I never could. But when you graced me with the hands of friendship, I knew it was what I would ever have, What my I ever sought, And that was the end of those doubts, Unanswered questions about the break in my day, The dawn that had cracked suddenly in my bl...
Walking down the gym’s aisle Hey there big muscled guy You make my mind runs wild like on a treadmill You make my heart beats on 100 push-ups Spellbound by those piercing eyes Ensnared in your voice and talks Allured by your mischievous smile And here you go, again Making my heart whirls round like weight plates Thought you were my sweet candy crush But those sugar turn out to be bitter Fooling around too many candies Turns out to be an absurd game Being dumb like the dumbbell Wasting my cardio workouts on you Seems to be a nightmare deadlift to me But no more endurance for you hereafter Coz you ain’t no man with your heart made of steel Coz you ain’t no man with your MMA’s gloves A womanizer you are A freak macho bastard Raging for you to be my punching bag A nightmare deadlift you are to me No more endurance for you hereafter A 4 feet barbell abyss you are to me Go to Hell for Heaven’s sake! -Jessy ...
The shimmering oasis of life, far, far away in the distance, Will the footprints on the sands lead to the mirage in the desert? Even h e feels incomplete, S he stays incomplete too, Yet they stand with face off, What is the compulsion? The nights are empty and sleep is far away May his colours fill up her dreams, For the least that she can ask, She has been waiting for him, May the colourful one come soon.
In the hot sands of the isolated deserts, His company would feel like the cold rain, Dropping against the turmoil of her heart, The heart beats are lonely, M ost of the time they seem to be waiting for his synchrony, The breath seems incomplete, Like the breezes blowing lifelessly, When two halves unite suddenly, The whole world becomes complete. He was the lone tree burning on the desert, A heraldic tree that the passing storm had left afire , Why is the one who has dwelled in her always upset, What could be his compulsion, Even the nights are bland now, May his colours fill up her dreams.
The desert was a kind of orangish-gold, With hints of pink, Theirs was a bond similar to the earth and the sculptor, She was just a clay doll f eeling incomplete, Without the touch of the potter, He blew into her the breath of life, Whatever she exude comes from him, Night poured over the desert, It came suddenly, with a gorgeous blueness, In the clear air, the stars drilled down out of the sky, He is her identity, He flows in her veins, like the camels journeying the wet dunes, He fills up her thoughts, with the colours of his rainbow, In his colours, s he is basked .