Bharathh Pothuraju
Romance
The tickle of the ebbs,
That flows infinitely;
Through the picture
Of you, on the wall
Of my heart;
Ignite the rhythm
Of play, for the melody;
To drench in.
Juggle
Cold
Groove
Dark
Despair
On The Wall
You
You.
Her
Eternal
Blue skies, And a desolate place... Blue skies, And a desolate place...
For you are my true companion, my dainty spectacles.! For you are my true companion, my dainty spectacles.!
I always admire, To peep into his pure heart... I always admire, To peep into his pure heart...
Under the open sky as we both lie, Under the open sky as we both lie,
Vowing solemnly in the name of eternity always and forever. Vowing solemnly in the name of eternity always and forever.
Like the lone spotted dove sheltering behind the lampshade. Like the lone spotted dove sheltering behind the lampshade.
Please don’t panic our love is immortal. Please don’t panic our love is immortal.
My thoughts merged with the chirping of birds. My thoughts merged with the chirping of birds.
A Decaf on my table I try to gather my wandering mind A Decaf on my table I try to gather my wandering mind
A free verse poem on the impending rain A free verse poem on the impending rain
Do they have pretty endings? Do they have pretty endings?
Lived our childhood days as carefree as we could. Lived our childhood days as carefree as we could.
Love you again, to tell you one day I may. Love you again, to tell you one day I may.
I met my life partner, my life was not the same again. I met my life partner, my life was not the same again.
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...
Shunning the wrinkles and spots she had was dressed up like someone in the twenties but still, She l... Shunning the wrinkles and spots she had was dressed up like someone in the twent...
You beautiful song, with finest lyric You beautiful song, with finest lyric
Lust is that tag that defines love. Lust is that tag that defines love.
Some days I feel as if I am his broken piece of earth. Some days I feel as if I am his broken piece of earth.
The sullen walls made Of our coagulated desires. The sullen walls made Of our coagulated desires.
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