"I'm not leaving"(Fictional Poem)

After reading a report, published in planetary & space science;
I went to sleep and saw, a dream of love story and alliance;
There exist two moon of the planet mars;
One of the moon, "Phobos" reported of,
Strange grooves crying behind love bars.

Phobos told me, To mars,
He was just another moon of her,
But to Phobos, she was the centre,
of his universe and spur.

He could have been free in that,
Foreign constellation full of supernovas & stars;
But stayed for mars, who was a million miles away,
Orbiting her and got an endless gravitational scars.

Cause that's what hopeless lovers do,
Doesn't matter gravity or love, whatever pulls or pushes through;
Phobos told me, Her & I, looking straight into eye, sitting over the sky,
Revealing our truths and no more judgement & lies.

Phobos told me, She's got another moon 'Deimos',
With whom she's heaving;
But still for sake of love,
No matter what.. I'm not leaving!!

"I FELL IN LOVE"(Fictional Poem)

She's gorgeous, a naughty within,

She's an adult with a cute child's grin..

She's the novel, a writer's booze,

She's the goddess, a lovely muse..

She's the pain, the fatal flaw,

She's relief, make hearts thaw..

She's memory, one would recall,

She's the moment, that blooms in rainfall..

She's the devil, with angel flaunt,

She's perfect, that all I want..

She's magical, can turn hawk into dove,

She's the one, million times I FELL IN LOVE!!

"CUTE SMILE"

Some smiles are contagious,
They use to catch like flu;
When some thought smiled at me today,
I followed up smiling too.

I was sitting on my mess table,
And a buddy saw my grin;
When he responded I realized,
I had passed it on to him.

I imagined the power of smile,
And saluted its worth;
Just a cute smile like mine,
Can tour across the earth.

Therefore mate, if you ever start a smile,
Never left it undetected;
Must start a plague after reading this,
And let the world infected.

"Blanket" (Fictional Aadi)

What I hate about winters,

Is the laziness of the blanket;

lying there like a guilty dog,

Surrounding legs like anklet.

Even the passion of couple cannot,

Overcome the promise of its warm solitude;

Lovers are happy to share beds,

But struggles with the blanket's attitude.

The more sincere will simply snatch it,

The other one will froze in cold, until having any clue;

Who knew a blanket too would make me choose,

Between an honest me and warmer you.