Enchant me
With your words
Show me
The nudity of emotions
Let me hold you
In my arms
Dance with me
In the rain of pain
And drench with me
In heartbreak
Thaw my heart
With every rawness
And make me smile
At the reasons which are smallest
Let the world
Dissolve away
Lets create a bubble
Of our own
Let me make love
To you everyday
And reminicise you
In my poems
Dont make me say goodbye
Your ghost is everpresent
Your touch makes my pen scribble
As ink leaves behind
The tale of two people heartbroken

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~WHAT IS REAL ABOUT REALITY? ~

In this fake world of
Masked faces,
Doomed self-respects,
vulnerable personalities,
I'm in search of someone
who can enchant me
just by being real.

It really hurts when
you know you are
in the harsh truth called reality
Yet you can't find truth
but impressive masks
hiding themselves under
the comfortable wear of smiles.

Dear reality,
Can you please justify your name?

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Writers enchant broken souls through the beauty of words and rekindle a ray of hope in their shattered world.

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A cup of coffee with you,
felt like reading a book.

A book,
The pages of which
have become yellow
with time,
But the stories it holds,
are still enchanting.

A book,
which has been
read by few,
yet understood by none.

And as I finished the coffee,
I wondered,
If I should order another cup,
If I should read another chapter?

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"No perfume of Arabia
Allures me as much as
Your fragrance enchants."

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When stars came out
and the sun was
lulled to sleep,
the silver radiance
enchanted the sea.

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The bulb, majestic
And proud, As he
Conquers darkness.

The bulb, jealous,
Struggles to outshine,
The tubelight.

The bulb, thoughtful,
Discusses philosophy,
With the wall.

The bulb, enchanted,
Asks the dancing fan,
'Are you drunk ?'

The bulb, sad and
Helpless, as he realizes,
His light failed to,
Penetrate within me.

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I always wished to say this to her;

Enchanting, Isn't it? My love. I hope it will be.You are living in a world where I can be a pleasant morning for you. I will stare at you like you are the only beauty that god has ever created. I wish I could I lie once, which you wouldn't find out ever. A sweet lie. What do you feel when I hold your hand? How does it feel when we are cuddled in a breath-taking hug? Will you explain it? Or will you hug me again? You are my best hope. You are best of me. I never realized.

But then I woke up.

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