Cut Through Carricatures

Quiet evenings with a buzz of wine
Hold my hand with all of you, that’s mine.
As the guitar yearns to be played,
All my options, yearn to be weighed.

The smell of your skin combines with the rain
That concoction, it sends the senses in utter disdain.
Oh, cold floor, be my sanctuary.
Strike me down with love, with all your blood and fury.


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The Lawless Fluidity

Lavender streams of ambiance in the woods,
Crave for some rains and for passion foods.
Uncertain colors of a veiled smile,
They stung the bees,
And they swam their mile.

Liquid leagues of angry farmers
Lament the levied
But they are calmer.
Flow into my eyes like a picture.
Pour me the fluids and the potent mixture.

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The Lawless Fluidity by Manav Parekh is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 2.5 India License.
Based on a work at clockroots.blogspot.com.