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कुछ अनकही, दिल की बातें बिन कहे समझ लो तुम ही|

Dated back to 2015, when I entered the last year of my College life. A piece of my heart to make the most of the present. It looks like I have been a writer all these years! A Hindi Poem. Hope you like it from the world of 1sha – 2015!

She is looking at me and I knew at that moment, she is the one I have always wanted. It was her charm, it was her. I am sure, I have never been so sure about anyone, or anything in my life. I grab her, and she looks at me, kissing on my lips. I savor her defiant mouth!

I see her dancing, her body swaying to the rhythms, her soft hair flowing down her neck to full-bosomed red hoodie, moving to her little face movements, her shoulders doing the enticing dance. Samar holds her and they both are kissing each other.

The rain unfurled the paresthesia of nature and the beautiful greenery came alive with the dewdrops jewelled upon the new leaves. Amelia was in Limerence with the rain. She was bathing and playing in mud and grass shelving in the raindrops. All carefree and smile reaching the rainbows above in the sky to shower the magical drops to every single lonely heart.

Read a few lines from my heart in the form of Hindi Poetry popularly known as Shayari.

it’s almost a week later Shrutkirti caught my eye. It was her laugh, her carefree laugh. I haven’t seen someone laugh full of heart. She is wearing a white salwar suit, her hair are tied into this messy ponytail, fringes around her face. She is wearing two layered oxidized antique jewelry in her ear and has black rimmed glasses on. Her nose is pierced where she is wearing a round oxidized nose ring. She stares at her screen as I leave.

We start talking, and he takes me to the dance floor, we dance and I look at him seductively. We make our way out of the pub and I sit behind him kissing him on the ear keeping my hands on his chest wearing bikers jacket clinging to him. His Royal Enfield rushing at the extreme.

My eyes don’t leave her perfect bikini body and her wet hair sticking to her naked back. She walks out of the ocean dewy and holding her surfboard. Sand sticking to her feet and each eyes looking her way.

You take me to your car, you are chivalrous, you open the car door for me. I sit carefully with my wet black heels, holding my red dress trying not to besmirch your car floor and you close the door for me. I am a little nervous and guilty, feeling you have to drop me off, no matter whatever your plans are for the night, or for the weekend, or for tomorrow, or that you have to drive an extra mile for me.