the sky is dark canvas with tiny white dots sprayed,
the moon is round with silver sparkles its made.
I'm sleeping in the teracce with a little tub plant underneath,
warm blanket,Anupam Roy songs and followed by me inside the sheath.
Stars that blossom will not fade for the night,
view of dreaming shadow falls under my sight.
I could smell the flavours,
of glaring night flowers.
A journey to the rhyme-land flash,
as I close my eyes,a beam splash.
That night I forgot the universe and the rest,
as I break my innocence and lay my head on his chest.
Its all just,
in a resort where we permitted our lust.
He tore me up and ripped my soul
and then fixed me in whole.
He grabbed me a lot by my waist,
he was exactly like that which is of my taste.
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Rose garden that grew within me✔
PoetryI literally remember those days when I had this sort of conversation with my sister over the phone: "guess what?" "lemme guess another new poem!".🥀 and then we scream 'Yay' in our own world of happiness. I re-read some of my favourites among these...
