Sometimes I wonder
how a perfect poetry for you
will be like.
Will it sound more rhythmic
than the way
words come out of your mouth
And that bent accent creates music
in my ears!
Will it become more spontaneous
than the way
you enter in the realm of my thoughts
be it in solitude or crowd
be it in glee or gloom!
Will it look more serene
than the way
Sun slumbers in your eyes
and your lashes wrap it
in warm compassion!
Will it feel more blissful
than the way
my prayers get answered
each time I see others
applauding for your success!
Will it feel more tragic
than the way
tears lose their inertia
and sense collapses in the middle
imagining you away for a moment or two!
Will it carry more tenderness
than the way
your fingers create art out of the heart
scratching your manhood
and filling that with tiny paper cuts!
Will it follow a pattern more concrete
than the way
you try to engrave your personality
with ego, with attitude
without any fault!
Will it be more simple
than the way
you write poetry in the canvas of my mind
with your sleeves folded
and that ethereal grin hanging!
Will it be more exquisite
than the way
I read, I decode, I weave
each inch of your virtues
each iota of your vices!
Will it be more mythological
than the way
I keep each bit of you
in the sacred corner of my memory
to listen every day, to tell one day!
Will it be more romantic
than the way
I smile unconsciously
when you call me sweetheart!
Will it be more dramatic
than the way
our bond germinated from nothingness
and my adoration for you kept burgeoning
each day, a little more!
I can’t conclude
how a perfect poetry for you
will be like.
Maybe imperfectly perfect just like you,
but must be ordinarily special just like you…
©ruchiabhisikta
Very much reflective ! Loved it ❤️
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Thank you Akankshya🌷
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SMiLes
Poetry
Of Love
True
Poetry
Of Love
Is When You
Walk In Your
Loved
One’s
Home
Without
Hearing
Or Seeing
Them
Finding
LoVinG
Within
Eternally
Breathing
Now Forever
Warm This
Gift
This
Present
True Love
Now The one (me)
Whose Bride Even
After 31 Years of
Marriage At
50 is
More
Beautiful
Than When
i Met Her At 19
In Every Way
Hehe And
If You
Don’t
Believe
me At
60
Love
Is
Real Now
Within Inside
Outside All
Around Now
Above So Below
Verily When Truth
Yes All The Evidence
On My Blog Clearly
Presents
Oh By The
Way Love Is Never
Jealous Or Envies
Never Requires
Worship
Or
Fears Criticism
Or Hates Differences
In Experiencing Joy
Differently
Indeed This
Is Very
Little
To Do
With
FaLLinG
In Love And
All To Do
With
RiSinG
iN LoVE
Forever
Now Heaven
Now Termed This
Way on Earth True too
In Doing Many Paths New 🏝
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I don’t really know how to compliment your words. Thanks for gifting me a broad smile through your words. And yes your words, your profile picture are enough to say everything about your love and devotion for your better-half. Sending you loads of good wishes for you and your luckiest beloved🌷
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Soothing words on virtual platform…right from heart… Keep it up👍
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Thank you so much for having a read🌻
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SMiLes Thank
You For Such
A Lovely
And
Inspirational
Poem And
Words
Of
True
Kindness too😁😊
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A lovely read on a sunny, slow morning. 🌷Though I am concerned about the paper cuts 😉
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Thanks for stopping by🌷I wrote about the papercuts from my perspective. It’s about the person who is matured enough to always wear his manhood concealing his softer side deep inside. But I see the child in him raising head when he creates craft by cutting tiny waste papers. I knew that none can relate to it😂. And I am happy that you asked about it😊
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Perfect! It’s the most beautiful poetry I have read. Uplifting.
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Thanks a lot for your kind words🌷
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You’re an amazing poetess!
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Beautiful poetry… 👌👌
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Ruchi, You write very well. There is a golden opportunity for writers in India. A competition is going on, which also has a lot of prizes. The entry fee for participating in the Fest is ₹330.
Would you like to participate in it? If you are curious then let me know, will send you all the details.
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Thanks for your kind words. I’m happy that you find me worthy enough for that🌷
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So beautiful post thank you so much I like it
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Thanks for stopping by🎈
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Guten Tag
Ich frage mich nicht
wie Deine Stimme
in meiner Seele
zum klingen kommt
unter Deinen Augen
werden meine Schritte
unterbrochen
da gibt es keinen Weg
Deinem Wesen zu entkommen
meine Gedanken
sind Dir zu Füssen
kein Stern
keine Sonne
lassen die Schrift
Deiner Lippen
die Worte
in meinem Herzen löschen
die Menschen um mich herum
wissen meiner Andacht
meiner Träume
Deinem Gesicht
mir nicht
die Finsternis will mich brechen
da ich Dich umarme
von weit her
in der Dunkleheit von Licht
Es ist der Schmerz
Deine Hand nicht zu berühren
meine Tränen will ich Dir
nicht eröffnen nicht zeigen
Kein Gebet wird mir helfen
als Brücke zu Dir
die Zärtlichkeit muss ich mir denken
um nicht überheblich zu sein
Der Sinn ist der Verzicht
Glückseligkeit nicht
im Besitz zu haben
In jedem Moment
greift das Verlangen
mit kurzen Händen
zu weit
und doch bleibe ich
unerfüllt ein Mann
dem nichts bleibt
als das Ereignis
in Worte in ein
Bild hinein zu tragen
auch wenn alles
unvollständig ist
dem Fehl ganz nah
denn meine Tugenden
haben kurze Beine
ich bin von niemadem
zu beneiden
meine Laster sind mir eine Last
die ich ertragen muss
ohne jemand anderem zu schaden
meine Erinnungen klagen mich an
dem was aus meinem Herzen
als ein Unfug mich zog in den Bann
es ist mir weder Zauber
noch Mythos
Deine Seele berührt mich
als zerbreche ich
als ein Stein im Gebirge
Gebunden bin ich an
die wirkliche Welt
im meinem Inneren
da wo Du in mir machst
wie es Dir beliebt
dem was Du willst
ich bin nichts besonderes
ich bin ein Mann
Herzliche Grüße
Hans Gamma
***
Good day
I am not wondering
like your voice
in my soul
comes to sound
under your eyes
become my steps
interrupted
there is no way
To escape your being
my thoughts
are at your feet
no star
no sun
let the scripture
Of your lips
the words
clear in my heart
the people around me
know my devotion
of my dreams
Your face
not me
the darkness wants to break me
as I hug you
from far away
in the darkness of light
It’s the pain
Not to touch your hand
I want my tears to you
don’t open up don’t show
No prayer will help me
as a bridge to you
I have to imagine the tenderness
so as not to be arrogant
The point is renunciation
Bliss not
to have in possession
Every moment
the desire takes hold
with short hands
too far
and yet I stay
unfulfilled a man
nothing remains
than the event
in words in a
To carry picture inside
even if everything
is incomplete
very close to the defect
because my virtues
have short legs
I am from nobody
enviable
my vices are a burden to me
that I have to endure
without harming anyone else
my memories accuse me
what from my heart
when mischief drew me under its spell
it is not magic to me
still myth
Your soul touches me
like I’m breaking
as a stone in the mountains
I am bound to
the real world
inside of me
where you do in me
as you like
what you want
I am nothing special
I’m a man
Best regards
Hans Gamma
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Thanks for leaving your soulful words here. It’s really touching💓
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Wow sooo beautiful ❤️ ❤️
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Thank you Pavithra🌷
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The imperfect poetry is so beautiful what would the perfect be ?
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Sometimes heart accepts someone as so perfect that poetry for him/her seems imperfect. Bdw thanks for having a read Veena🌷
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Just went right into my heart..so relatable ❣
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I’m glad that you could get connected to it. Thanks for stopping by🌷
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so beautiful poetry!
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Nice
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I good read really. Imperfections can draw out perfect moments sufficient to smile. Do check this out too. https://societalens.wordpress.com/blog/
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This poem is subtly seductive, it spends the right amount of time talking about the possibilities of what a poem about a specific person may be or sound like. It’s like a long scarf with intricate patterns, looking feeling and giving adequate attention to each pattern until it is complete, and the end: I loved the end, it brings it all together in a whisper instead of abruptly stopping.
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