May 1 2018

DEPENDENT SOULS

Breathing in her breath he lives,

Dreaming in his breath she sleeps.

Hugging her tight his heart stops,

Hugging him tight her heart blasts.

Kissing her lips he teleports to other universe,

Kissing his lips she teleports her universe itself.

If she cries, his cells turn into heap of ashes,

If he cries, her heart rejects the blood.

She is his hug, he is her warmth

She is his blanket and he is her never ending dream.

They become light when they are close,

And they are each other’s shadows of love when they are away.

 

About the Guest writer : Kalyan, proudly calls himself a sapiosexual and a writer who likes to play with words. He accepts readers deedback even if it’s negative.

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Posted May 1, 2018 by Novemberschild in category "Guest Posts

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I write a lot, which keeps me off the streets and out of trouble. There is always something to write about, always a new story to craft. Not writing, for me, is like trying to hold back a sneeze. Learning to write was the most powerful influence in my life. I can still remember the awe I felt when I realized I could put real words onto paper and tell out a story. From that first ‘a-ha’ moment I knew I wanted to write.

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