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Thousand heart beat and steamy glass of tea


Droplet of water,

plopped inside the cutting chai,

hiding under the tiny tent,

water sprinkled and drenched the long hair,

snipers barricading the steamy tea,

saving it from the water,

no human nor liquid can save its skin from the splash,

a sensual gaze flitted past the manly gaze,

emotion ran deep inside his body,

water flew through her perfect sculpt,

carved with finesse,

eyelid popped open at her gaze,

she flew like the brittle wind,

thousands heartbeat,

a fresh gulp,

tongue burnt,

she disappeared in the flick of seconds,

rain,

mesmerizing beauty.

Love

V

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Work-in-progress, seeker and bundle of contradictions. Stubborn and Refusal to grow up and constantly in search of myself, I blurt it out on my space. Drop in and share some love. Indian by choice.

10 thoughts on “Thousand heart beat and steamy glass of tea

    1. Thanks so much Debo. In fact, the lines were inspired by a poem I read on Maniparna’s blog and injected my own expression. No prize for guessing, Indian monsoon, cutting chai and a beautiful girl 🙂

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