Yogesh. s .
Romance
All my life
Is changing every day
In every possible way
And oh my dreams
It's never quite as it seems
Cause you're a dream to me
... Should be true one day
My Dream
When I woke up last morning, When I woke up last morning,
Let us go to a dreamland sweetheart; Let us go to a dreamland sweetheart;
And the passion of holding me tight in your arms. And the passion of holding me tight in your arms.
Like a glue to my broken soul.... Like a glue to my broken soul....
The gloomy nights of autumn Stretches, impeccable languor The gloomy nights of autumn Stretches, impeccable languor
I muse on your gait ... I muse on your gait ...
And when the night sky signals, The dawn of the moon, And when the night sky signals, The dawn of the moon,
My thoughts merged with the chirping of birds. My thoughts merged with the chirping of birds.
A free verse poem on the impending rain A free verse poem on the impending rain
A cup sits upon a wooden table top Filled with whiskey A cup sits upon a wooden table top Filled with whiskey
I am a poet and writer if you didn’t know me well I am a poet and writer if you didn’t know me well
Love you again, to tell you one day I may. Love you again, to tell you one day I may.
Pheromones made melodies in the air Achieving what no one could Unite two distant worlds. Pheromones made melodies in the air Achieving what no one could Unite two dis...
When they cuddle each other... When they cuddle each other...
Let us stay awake till 4 am and blabber about random things, but not fall in love. Let us stay awake till 4 am and blabber about random things, but not fall in lov...
Rustling leaves, wind playing its own music, Orange dusk, rainbows are way dynamic... Rustling leaves, wind playing its own music, Orange dusk, rainbows are way dy...
I see the sand flee, run, hurry, I see the sand flee, run, hurry,
You beautiful song, with finest lyric You beautiful song, with finest lyric
I chose you, amidst all happiness, I chose you, amidst all happiness,
The sullen walls made Of our coagulated desires. The sullen walls made Of our coagulated desires.
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