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If love was a poem a haiku it would be  say little feel a lot If love was clay bowl it would be  holding within it all If love was moon a full or a new crescent beautiful and surreal If love was sunshine hues of sunrise or of winter afternoon golden, warm and soft If love was a painting  Van Gogh's strokes spontaneous, colourful with hopes, dreams and agony If love was a rain a lightning thunderstorm at night and downpour;  a live concert..  If love was a hug bear hug it would be  embracing with all it has If love made love slowly and passionately move feeling each nook and corner before erupting in an orgasm If love was her a glow in the eyes, halo of white hair a  song in the heart...  gorgeous from core If love was you... a laughter that grips a smile that stirs the soul a heart that melts... or wait If love was you... it wouldn’t be love anymore logs of wood chopped from once beautiful Pine now...

Let the scars remind of life, love and hurt embroidered with blood sweat and tears... intensity be thread to weave it with! (C) shubhra September 9, 2018

She asked him how many have you truly loved He replied One! just one and smiled... She smiled back secretly hoped answer would be two That would assure one of them was her... (c) Shubhra May 25, 2017

First it is awkward, then annoying and worrying You see a pattern and it hits home There is shock and pain,  denial too; Some justification some attempts Self wakes up There is acceptance to see the unsaid hear the hidden All is numb now Life moves Memories follow Touch nestles on the cushions Smile hangs between the paintings gathering dust Words play hide and seek, tired finally rest on the tree in the corner Time for a break Narangi vodka or a chilled beer? or some Adel maybe Simon & Garfunkel Still deciding All is numb now Life moves Memories remain (c) shubhra 5th May,  2017

इश्क़ पे किसी का ज़ोर नही होता ये कभी सोच के नही होता और जो सोच के हो तो वो इश्क़ नही होता|| (c) shubhra 20th May 2013