You were a naughty programme
designed by my creative mind
the algorithm I wrote that time
added spices with a drop of lime
nasty thoughts and lustful statements
with ifs and if nots, I wrote my forever ailment
writing it, gave me a comforted pleasure
your presence was my crafted treasure
days and nights dedicated to the A4 sheets
played with naughty thoughts and hotty dreams
carefully observed my wants and desires
penned them down with hopes on fire
end result though was ransom
to me you were my only handsome
I gave you my time and patience
you lovingly defined my existence
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Books and Books
Life is more than the looks
Sitting in a library
Watching everybody silently
Eye glasses glistening
To the books the ears are listening
Fictions and Non Fictions
Different styles of dictions
Options are in large number
No time to act dumber
Search the one book in mind
Historic fiction is my kind
Searching for a new paperback
Second in the series to the one I got back
Keeping the eyes agog to each in the row
Stuck at the one I acknowledge with a bow
Happily and cheerfully my reading began
Will take it home and come back again
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The game begins where you prove your worth not to others but yourself.
You accepted it. You know your worth.
No turning back. As the world knows you have set your limitation at least with the acceptance of the challenge.
Might be, you are way too more than the current one.
Love it. Like it. Laugh at it.
Because you are worthy.
Not just this one baby but more to come.