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 May 2014 Nirmalee
Aditya Shankar
I am the tenderness in your eyes
When I hold your hands in mine.
I am the shiver down my spine
When your soft lips touch my skin.
I am the blush that colours your cheeks
When you smile at me in your special way.
I am the air of mysterious charm you carry
When you play with your enticing, enchanting tresses.
I am the hesitation in your voice
When you voice your deepest desires.
And I am your impulsive smile
When our eyes meet when its least expected.

I am all you are, I am all you feel
And yet, I'm nothing without you.
 May 2014 Nirmalee
The Whisper
Sometimes it's best to just let the words flow,
Out of your mind and from your soul.
Human communication has evolved in a way,
Millennium, after millennium, into what it is today.
Does it not seem odd in strange and quirky way,
That even us people sometimes don't know what to say?
We speak.
We listen.
We know.
We learn.
Yet often, we are left speechless without a word in mind.
Like when you witness a fight.
Or watch someone hit a homerun.
You see your dad cry.
Trying something you love for the first time.
A loved one dies.
Hearing an unbelievable secret.
Having *** for the first time.
Falling in love.
Getting your heart broken.


It's one thing to know what to say.
It's another to know *how you feel.
Decided to try a freestyle form of writing for shirts and giggles. Just wrote down whatever came to mind first.
 May 2014 Nirmalee
Sharina Saad
To chase after someone
Who doesn't chase you back...
You will die early
To love someone
Who doesn't love you back
You will die daily
To marry someone
Who neither respect
nor appreciate you..
Your heart suffers silently..
You will soon die painfully

Let's Live healthily...
Let's Love mutually...
Let's Grow old gracefully..
Live, love and die naturally...
painlessly...
 May 2014 Nirmalee
MalaiDaisies
A broken swing set.
Dust carpeting the fractured terrain.
Lost, in forgotten memories.
I dreamt a very strange dream yesterday. It consisted of a broken swing set. That is all I can remember and I woke up today feeling, an unbearable sadness.
often we love them more
after we give them up.
in love.
She shrinks running on the beach
winds reach her hairs dancing free
smaller she grows far out of reach
around her prance the waves wildly.

Her limps all gone, gone is her ache
she’s now again a pristine child
with sandy footprints skin sunbaked
she catches me in her love beguiled.

In the saline wind her coppered face
stoops for treasure of wave washed pearl
in enslaving thrall of love’s wellness
years wind her back a little girl.

Soon she will be back with worn out shells
boast of her finds from the seashore
never knowing in those moments’ windy sails
she unlocked in me a long locked door.
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