If poems were ***
then,I wouldn't be a ******
i would caress the letters
fix a foreplay with title
i would literally **** the words
to give birth to soulful sentences
if poems were ***
I wouldn't be ******,still.

She is a sole soul
long ago which was sold
to her own ambitions and dreams
to the love,she never receive

those feeling that was felt alone
love she begged long for
now and then,never again
she's got faith,still can sustain
with those miserable statement
with love,that is yet to gain
without judgmental ******* around
her life seems safe and sound

She stole a cigarette from his pack
if he had known
she would probably get a slap
she had been doing that since long
hoping to share death,that smoke cause
at least that's the way she thought,

this advertisement"Smoke is injurious to health"
made her think it reduces his life's length
she couldn't stop him from smoking
so she starts to smoke,instead
in order to share same living hour
she fooled herself being addictive !

today,she stole a cigarette again
but today,its for herself
he is just an excuse to make
for her to smoke again !

Love,My words
they are colder than winter's morning
and darker than winter's night
your words,love
they shall be warmer as winter's sunshine
and calmer like winter's evening sky
then my love,we can love
with all our heart
forever,with our words.

Every poet titles its poem UNTITLE,once in a lifetime.

Bullets were made music to their ears
Bad music is all I say
The loud,unrythmic music
That took 142 lives away

Those child were holding a pen
The other party were holding gun
They said "pen is powerful than gun"
There,the lives were gone

Inhumane,
Souless ,
Cruel *******, I would say
Oh ! What have they gave
And what they took away
They might not even have had a dream
That they will become something one day

Numbness everywhere
Background plays Floyd
' The child has grown
The dream is gone......
I have become comfortably numb'

She whispered to me "Be good to me and I will be bad for you"
i smiled at her
generously it seemed
She blindfolded me
With scarf she has been wearing
She had her **** neck in my lips
I could feel it
The motion slowly increased
My hands were now tied
with the shirt she wore that night
She sat on me
giving me a little tease
Un buttoning the remaining
She had my mouth shut
I accepted her order
I felt dominated but
she was doing it better
I,on the other hand
Learning to catch her
That pace, that trick
She used on me to lure
How did she got it all, I wonder
every little joy she tenders
She was my first
I tried my best to hold her
I failed, she giggled
I could not see anything except for darkness
& her soul that loved me at very best
Every time she holds that thing of mine
I forgot every single dime, I paid her to be mine

Hello poetry !
I am waving you with my hand so high
If i could i would hug you tight
You are like a home to me
Cozy and nice
Safest place to hide my treasure
Those words of disguise
My poems inside you
Is like the ******* feeling one can ever hire
You,trending my poems
That happiness,
Is the feeling i want
More than those stars on sky
Who could possibly thank you enough?
Not those words i call mine
Nor the poems you had inside
I can't trade you for anything
I owe you much more than a poem
But this is what i can give
For those poet friends you gifted me
& a place to stay for my poetry

Can i mess with your heart a little?
Grant me a permission and
i could live with that guilt forever!

"I am gonna make love
under this sky
making stars jealous
About my moon shining so bright"

Would you be my moon?