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My love centres
A blue saree,A pair of pink lipsTwo eyes, deep, hazel and beautiful,A tug of dark hair hidingThousand love letters within.A smiling face invokingA lust for life, to live with youFor Hundreds of births,From time immemorial acrossThe endpoints of time and space.
Jealousy is the rain like
In the first week of her puberty.
You were the Buddha-of-Physics
A rare breedof intellect.
ତୁମ ପୂଣ୍ୟ ନକ୍ଷତ୍ର ର
ମୁଁ ତ ଜଳୁଥିଲି ମୋରସ୍ମଋତି ର ଜୂଇ ରେ..।।ବର୍ଷ ବର୍ଷ ତମ ସ୍ୱରନ ଶୁଣିବା ନେଇ,ଭିତର ଟା ଏକା ଏକାଯାଇଥିଲା ହୋଇ..।।ଏ ବେଳା ରେ ବହୁ ଦୂରେତୁମ କୁଆଁ ସ୍ୱନମୋ ପାଇଁ ଦେବକୀ-ଗର୍ଭଅଷ୍ଟମ ସନ୍ତାନ..।।ଦୂର ବୃନ୍ଦାବନେ ମୋରସୁପ୍ତ ଅଭିଳାଷ,ଅତୃପ୍ତି ର ମର୍ମଦାହଜ୍ୱାଳା ଅବଶୋଷ—ପଲକରେ ଶେଷ ହେବ ।ଶୁଭିଲା ଓଁ କାରଦୂର ଚକ୍ରବାଳେ ତୁମକୁଆଁ କୁଆଁ ସ୍ୱର..।।
Love
Written on lipsBlue with life’s waitingReuniting.
Ask me dear or not
My heart is your home.