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POV : I'm Bored


Like a little green parrot
hiding among fresh green leaves,
I hid my growing love for you.
But like the rosy beak
of that little green parrot,
my blush gave me away,
and you discovered the love
my heart had been hiding.
Just as a garden cannot exist without flowers,
love cannot exist without a few little lies.
So I told those innocent lies...
only to make our love blossom

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Nilaani said:

Like a little green parrot
hiding among fresh green leaves,
I hid my growing love for you.
But like the rosy beak
of that little green parrot,
my blush gave me away,
and you discovered the love
my heart had been hiding.
Just as a garden cannot exist without flowers,
love cannot exist without a few little lies.
So I told those innocent lies...
only to make our love blossom

​
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The wound from the bite
you gave me in my dream
is still aching…

And the rooster that crowed
to announce the dawn
is now boiling in the curry..

My dear…
don’t knock me breathless with your breath.
If you place a dot on me
with the tip of your tongue
don’t stretch it too far and tease me..

:bandid:
 

Tiny little verses
long to flow from my hand,
but with every word I slowly write,
my heart trembles with longing.
When a maiden's blooming eyes
fall upon someone,
don't dreams come rushing in?
And if those dreams never take flight,
wouldn't that blossom slowly wither?
My jasmine grove,
my garland of shimmering pearls,
may I come and stand beside you
and call that moment my heaven? ​
 
Nilaani said:

Tiny little verses
long to flow from my hand,
but with every word I slowly write,
my heart trembles with longing.
When a maiden's blooming eyes
fall upon someone,
don't dreams come rushing in?
And if those dreams never take flight,
wouldn't that blossom slowly wither?
My jasmine grove,
my garland of shimmering pearls,
may I come and stand beside you
and call that moment my heaven? ​
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When youthful days
arrive amidst the mountains,
every thought begins to feel like heaven.
The icy breeze that brushes against my lips
is poetry worthy of Kamban himself.
The cool wind flowing along the stream
reveals a glimpse of the heavens above.
A flood of emotions rises within me,
carrying me somewhere beyond myself.
I'll never forget...
this breathtaking wonder.

​
 
Nilaani said:

When youthful days
arrive amidst the mountains,
every thought begins to feel like heaven.
The icy breeze that brushes against my lips
is poetry worthy of Kamban himself.
The cool wind flowing along the stream
reveals a glimpse of the heavens above.
A flood of emotions rises within me,
carrying me somewhere beyond myself.
I'll never forget...
this breathtaking wonder.

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I never dissolved into the rain
I never melted under the sun...
My heart had always stayed like a rock.

But upon the dark stone of the mountain land,
like a tiny flower peeping out...
this mischievous young love has bloomed within me.

My horoscope never said
that such a sudden stir would come.
Until yesterday...I never believed
that love would enter my heart like this...
 
SooriyaÑ said:
I never dissolved into the rain
I never melted under the sun...
My heart had always stayed like a rock.

But upon the dark stone of the mountain land,
like a tiny flower peeping out...
this mischievous young love has bloomed within me.

My horoscope never said
that such a sudden stir would come.
Until yesterday...I never believed
that love would enter my heart like this...
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:bandid:
 
Shall I tell you the story once more?
Or shall I scoop it all into the garbage basket?

What is said is one thing...
but what is done is another....
The city has burned our hands... they say.!!!
 
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