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Majesty

She moves like an angel

Scatters her wounds, on my barren heart

Getting filled of the tunes

Of her gentle walking

That beautiful stare

Which murders my soul

But I don’t care

My heart gets filled

To the brim of a coffee mug

or the drink of death

Which gives me a warm hug

The hug reminds me of her

The aroma of her hair

Which slaps me across my face

“How do I dare ?”

Her ears are the black hole

Which engulfs me in moments

I let myself get lost

In her eyes, with the happy torment

She dances in the rain

Her body gets wet

She looks like an angel

I sure, made a bet

I stare at her back

She looks me in the eye

We spend hours

Without, getting shy

Like we used to get

Like the quickly moving jet

Leaving clouds of love behind

Which, I inhaled

Without any regret

She comes, surrenders herself into my arms

She melts on my skin

I hear birds in a swarm

Her beautiful face shines

The moon reflects her hair

Did I commit a crime ?

I want me a share

She closes her eyes, gets lost in sleep

I caress her hair

For I want to keep

For she’s the queen

The world is her slave

I am happy, as I dig my own grave

Into her heart

Into her soul

Into her being

Into the role,

Of her majesty

She’s the majesty

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Deep Bhattacharya
Tripura