Blissful day's Oh my dear beautiful You were real & something special Day's move on until you shower on Day's we messed are so blissful  Secrets we hidden are cheerful  Smile on your lips is blissful,       On the days I miss you... Some one asked are you idle, Floating rose petals answered them.      Your actions are irreplaceable...       Your presence is inseparable..      -#✍HURTME

They couldn't control themselves from polluting the pious Ganga.Then how could you believe that they will care for your precious tears and hold you in highest regard...!     People keep changing partners So that they don't have to change themselves We celebrate birthday's by surprises But The surprise red marks over white pads are still a taboo I do need a single reason... To erase the memories of smile dreamed for future Not even a gost can enter into sleep and can actually determine what is transcribing in you dream... I always knew there was a fire in you.... But i didn't know you would use it to burn yourself. Your hands st

    Virtue of falling Ah! There you are There is nowhere for you to hide Run, evade me Go on then! Take me on a game of Hide and Seek For even in your silence my heart can hear you speak Art thou not weary? Have your knees not buckled from your pride? Why not peel away your flesh and become naked before my eyes? For if I have fallen for me I've fallen for you just the same There are no boundaries that may keep my love There is no virtue in a name .... -Gaddala Sudheer Babu

  Prints of your feet You were red and mute in full sleep and showered in cold, hold my hand; then slowly smooch and dream the kind touch. Your lips had a while, and of their deep breaths. Loved your moments of smile and loved your sugary words, which spoiled my dream, then i loved the pilgrim soul in you, and kissed the feet without your concern. The prints of your feet were stored so strong, our prints of path had never matched since then. Now i came rushing to share my days beside the glowing fire, In the night of star's studded sky, as you were burning my beside, I came to place the smooth roses in your feathered hair -Gaddala Sudheer Babu

  ALREADY SET ON FIRE  They left soles in the room Time now to change the rings  by this rhythmic end of the nights,  You have existed unseen in the inner most core of the  tears Now come back and hug,   For a movement which disappears by seconds where my  eyes left useless,   Just to spectate whatever you have left behind, where  ever you walk in the rest of the life.   An intimate kiss of my lips to your feet will follow until  your death.   All episodes of separation can't be written But the  rising sun doesn't even know We already set on fire The  return for parting never let our pains to move out across  my thoughts. I never appreciate the poet artist in you by  any chance,   As the paint of your face in my eyes were painted with  old colours, that smudges the picture of this dark.   A game of cries never comes in our room, as your  smiles used as bloom  -Gaddala Sudheer Babu