I love them
I tarnish my feelings
I nourish them with lust
I paint them with greed of mine
I fall for them every other moment
I am a static wordlust and they know it
I fantasize about them every night I linger
I drive them crazy by carressing with the finger
I love the words that swallow me every now and then

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For the stars and the wind, I feel shame to be a part of the nature. As one twinkles, another ruptures it all. For the dreaded corpses to rise again, and for the lively ones to fall.

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I stare at you with my eyes closed

Some hasty internal fights with the

conscience of the bitter truthful,

and ever so emotionally charged up.

I pour my prodigy on your character,

and leave the world ever so bluntly.

We may divert ourselves in lustful,

and hollow upbringings of the social

and philosophical world of fictions.

But can never dwell in the colours

of the zestful and natural thinking

on a cultural cause for a better one.

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I often wait for you.
For long... Like time...
Like the,
D e a d...C o r p s e.
Hanging by the gallows,
With noose over neck
Weaved by time...
My Soul a ghost.
waits —to breathe,
your words.
Then be lifeless again...
To bleed myself to death...
bleeding words... for us.
And.... wait... Again...
Like... Time....
Dead corpse...in gallow
But, immortal soul.
A ghost... in word lust.

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I am a limerence in disguise
Who desires to infatuate in
the ghastly appearances of
each and every other elation.

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लेखक हूँ जनाब, अल्फ़ाज़ों मे बहता हूँ
हर एक आँसू को स्याही की तवज्जो देता हूँ

तुम भी कभी रगों में दर्द भर के तो देखो।

- सौRभ

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एक कलाकार की ज़िंदगी जीते-जीते,
मै जीना सीख गया हूँ
आँसू कागज़ पर न गिरें,
कुछ इस तरह उन्हें पीना सीख गया हूँ
दर्द दे रही तुम्हारी जो हर एक बात है,
उन बातों के ज़ख्म को सीना सीख गया हूँ
कह दिया होता तुमने जो एक बार
कि अब वजूद नही मेरा तुम्हारी ज़िंदगी में
मै बेवजह ही गिर गिरकर चलना सीख गया हूँ ।

- सौRभ

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The wonderous poetess casts the spell
For myths of an arduous magic to quell
The beauty in her words brood slowly
For poetry is what she fantasizes showily

For myths of an arduous magic to quell
She had a lot demured, and more to tell
For poetry is what she fantasizes showily
Dulcet rhymes add glamour so comely

She had a lot demured, and more to tell
For mysteries are what she loves to dwell
Dulcet rhymes add glamour so comely
For her words as an ingenue seem holy

For mysteries are what she loves to dwell
The beauty in her words brood slowly
For her words as an ingenue seem holy
The wonderous poetess casts the spell.

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They scared you with the cats' meow in your wee days.
Those cats will be companion in your silence they never told.

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I fight for a dark penumbra around the sun


For I am a kind of everything you don't wanna know

I am an ecstasy of lethargically contemplating scars

I am an astonishing revelation for a better self esteem

I am a seconded seed of every other plant to stomp on

I am a culinary of your dreams you never really saw

I am all these for what I love, for what I find scintillating

For I am a Wordlust.

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