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4 MAY 2017 AT 0:37

Sighing at the bulging belly, she mourned at her unusable wardrobe, the gowns were crammy, the frocks didn't match and she sulked at her dismal state as she swivelled and turned to browse through the saggy chunks disrupting her appearance. He stared at her hustle from the doorway and said, "You bled and bled throughout your puberty and adolescence. You shred and screamed, you almost died and survived. You steamed through relentless agony so that I could continue my heirloom. I have only been a spectator throughout our baby's birth and if you ask me now about your body, all I can say is that I won't let a small chunk of fat change my mind about someone so beautiful." Their baby girl grasped invisible molecules from the air and rattled the cradle.

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24 MAY 2017 AT 1:07

The vanishing lusters,
Of her dismounting hair,
Her agonizing flusters,
At the sight of a stair.
Those wrinkled eyes,
Gleam with a beady dew,
As her memories slice,
Through the days I grew.

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20 JUN 2017 AT 11:41

An unsolved absurdity of the prevalent cultural dogma drives some of the Indian parents to presume that interlocking rich men with their half educated daughters will automatically spawn love between the two.
Brothel owners cough at such a pitiful sight.

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22 JUN 2017 AT 9:16

Guilt; a delicate stigma of remorse that differentiates humans from animals. The phobia of guilt is hardwired in hospitable humans that they refrain from pursuing an immoral road. Relationships hoist the most relevant guilt. An elder, having treaded through all the music of life, gazing at a vintage photo of her deceased partner, feels the most intolerable guilt as she gulps down the possibility of that argument she could have avoided, his quiet patience all those years, her meaningless tantrums, his warm touch, her wrathful words and his kind eyes browsing through her sinful spirit. They become more susceptible to illness and death when they wander through the guilty lonesome corridors of their broken relationships.

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11 JUN 2017 AT 5:34

So it happened after a fight,
Her anger was loudly alight,
I pushed a chocolate bar,
Spotting her mouth ajar,
She choked, her wrath soared,
As the petty words roared,
Zapping through her scary flips,
I leaned and kissed her unruly lips,
She was taken aback and so was I,
We got naked to let the fervor fly,
I grabbed, praised her in a wild exclaim,
She snogged, setting the urges aflame,
The utensils kept flying hither thither,
We magnetized, as our skins withered,
She had been refurbishing the house all day,
Now, she moaned, the house in disarray,
The kitchen, the bedroom and the halls,
Trashed away with our thrusting hauls,
The chocolate taste had melted away,
She stared at me in a distraught sway,
I picked her up and lowered near the tub,
Then bathed her with a pool scrub,
She awwed, tossed me aside and ran off,
Came back with chocolates, kisses kicked off,
Her warm mouth and chocolate trickles,
Marched them back, my sensual tickles,
It started again, our lust, our enthusiasm,
A fight, a kiss, a bath and a noisy orgasm.

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22 MAY 2017 AT 19:24

My one line life story:
A deep sea diver, occasionally bubbling out harmonious thoughts, gliding deeper and deeper to attain the treasure of tranquility.

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2 JUN 2017 AT 23:21

Why? Because she bleeds for me.

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1 JUN 2017 AT 2:02

The night, fuelled with your gasp,
Your body, fondled in my clasp,
The leaves, rustled around you,
Your eyes, glittered the lunar blue,
The tight embraces elevated our senses,
As I swallowed your moaning dispenses,
Your hair swayed and swung and swirled,
My life trailed away from the world,
Our entwined lips kept withering away,
At the soaring zeal that the tears portray,
Your lustrous bites didn't sting at all,
As I hauled you up, the bedroom wall,
Your legs shiver and embrace with wild exclaims,
As I paint the wall, with you and our wild flames.

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18 JUN 2017 AT 20:52

Smile; a cordial way of transferring the inner ecstasy to the outside world. When a jolt of thoughts escalate the mood of a person, the facial muscles diverge involuntarily to finalize a grin. The only airborne, visually stimulating and audibly endearing feeling in this world is a smile. Females, madly in love, smile occasionally thus inducing a warmth in him. That's why, those romantic stories, written with a male perspective, always begin with her captivating smile.

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15 JUN 2017 AT 22:59

- Laboni Paul & Harish Satheesan

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