Sometimes
Sometimes we experience few things
That before we know such things really happen in life
Sometimes tears feel good
Sometimes rock seems softer than flower.
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Someone Like
Someone like... like... like....
Amber Heard, Jesice Biel etc
Oh! Do n`t ask
What would be the life then.
The face, the words
Which force me to see
And hear or be restless
That `s only you.
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I Do Not
I do not either know
Or care what i think and write,
It`s just what my heart says
It`s just what forces me to come out
Through my pen and
Let me feel fresh and lighter
Than before, I discover,
Sometimes wonder but
Still i am happy with what i do.
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I Made An Invisible
I made an invisible statue there
Where you had stood at home
To kiss your lip
To touch your hands
To pass my hands through
Your hairs and to.....
I can feel you at the spot
I can smell your perfume
I do not know what i am doing
I am scared
I am in love with you.
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Rose is beautiful
Rose is beautiful
Some love it for beauty
Some for fragnance
Some for as a flower
And a few others do
Discover something invisible to eye.
Where really beauty is
Where its source is
Or it is our eyes that see
Or our heart that feels
But when it fades
No fragnance no beauty remains
Questions left.
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The Face
The face that matters
The voice that matters
The walk that matter
The eyes that matter
The lips that matter
The hair that matters
The tippet that matters
The annulets that matter
The ear-rings that matter
The bangles that matter
The lines on your hand
The lines on your forehead
The breath you take
The perfume you smell
All that matter to me.
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I Knew
I knew today
they are happy and lucky,
They are in peace.
They have all that they had ever dreamed,
They have money and reputation,
Only time have left me behind.
Today i am weak to speak and walk,
My eyes can neither see them,
nor can i touch them,
Even i doubt if they will recognise me or not;
Still i am living,
Without dream and aim like none of them.
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The clouds are
The clouds are long distance travellers
Equally care free with a stumbling little baby
Freedom is its aim and it enjoys sailing
Rains are its blessing when it is very happy.
Clouds move village to village, country to country
And looks our beloved ones and bring their touch
As in the touch of rains, we get something
Really you are a true friend and continue moving.
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Love Someone
Love someone at least once whom nobody loves,
Look at one`s eyes who want to tell a lot
But nobody has time to read or understand.
Care for the heart that is somehow broken
Care for a human being of blood and flesh.
I am sure you will get something
May not be money, name or fame
But peace... Peace of mind and something
That perhaps every indivisual struggles to get
But a few lucky ones get.....
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That morning
That morning, world greeted with rains
It seemed the rains would never stop
As if it was close to evening
Not a morning .
But everything changed
When the king appeared among army
To remove their fearness
And his shining personality
Forced the enemies to fall back.
The sun cleared the clouds
Ist to be seen himself
On the sky, then to throw beams;
Soon rain stopped,
Hot-cold morning beams
Scattered on earth through the leaves
And morning became morning.
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