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sonal Sep 2014
flames are broken ,flash is needed
blood had fire some half a century ago
Oil in them has frozen, new fuel is needed;

After the industrial era , machines respired
And coldness of ‘Be practical’ headed the time
Wisdom has been fueled to engines
Emotions are rusted either yours or mine;

No eyes to cries,no hears to call,silence roars in unison
As if human instinct have gone to sleep in depressions
Dusty toil of making sum and blood from shoulder tickled
What the cure would do? An alarming shake is needed;

There came the laughter of life
For It exists neither in present,nor the past could arrive
it is lost somewhere ad-mist opening the closed eye
What throwing a stone in pond would do,ripple would die
A giant emerging storm is the need of the time;

The last we stood together for the common notion is a page buried in history
In the numbness of reasoning ,I hear a palpitating sound beneath
Asking”Is The ruined freedom is much better than slavery”
Survival of the fittest is master’s policy
And shamelessly we inherited adaptability;

In the vision of a better world ,the pigeons of our sleep have gone
Why Wait has not met its end if our heads are fully grown.
Passed is a century, the lights in eyes are dimmed
flames are broken ,flash is needed
blood had fire some half a century ago
Oil in them has frozen, new fuel is needed;
sonal Aug 2014
The water was still,with dust on its shore,
    as if last night everything has been washed away;
    and left is the fertility on the floors;

    The signs of feet we make are transient,
    this time they fell over the sand ,ready to print its first monsoon scene;
    The mother land was touched in her heart serene,
    smiled in the promise’ she would treasure the depressions in her dormant beneath.

    The water was perfect, clear just as your eye;
    the ripples were quiet spreading to the banks.
    My heart was bound to see the magic that wont die.

    The sun was shining high.
    Even every passing man was a witness to the essence;
    And to the moment when all demons felt a sigh,
    surely masters of white temple must have marked our presence.

    The whole world had turned a faint,
    every bit of life was flowing through our veins;
    the sheer excitement has preached my mind as if i am pouring water from the sea.

    You were the perfect shape of nature.
    embracing whom would pump up the lungs;
    A perfect place to live within and feel light as a feather.
    Regardless of limits of time and ties of birth.
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She's the girl who's like every key of piano at once & I the boy who writes to create a sky where moon can touch the sky and not get burned
And at the moment when her musical notes meets with my words ; my words turns into beautiful musical poems
She's the girl who's like pauses between every words & I the boy who's like silence which make terrible noise
And at the moment when her rhythmic pauses meets with my noise ; my noise turns into melodious love songs
She's the girl who's like the feeling when blind get eyes and see the world first time & I the boy who's like the first thought in mind when everything is ending
And at the moment when her gentle stream of feelings flowing like river meets with that thoughts; endings turns into brand new beginnings
One day she & I'll sit at the edge of the world and will ride strange tides of sea together
One day she & I'll steal all the stars from the sky because there will be too many between she and me
One day she & I'll the only one thing the whole world eyes will ever notice, she & I'll the only voice whole world ever need to hear
Y'all want to know who's she?
She's the girl who's like morning first light unreveal the all secrets when she appears and I the boy who's like a box of secrets waiting to be opened by her gentle hand.
And at the moment when she'll give her hand to me; I'll tell y'all and will hold her hand walk with her on the floor of ocean and will walk away from y'all
I am destiny of yours~ I am your end~ be my beginning~We are the words never spoken~the silence between the heart beats~ we are the melodies of the songs wind will sing~Follow me as the shadow in the setting sun~Play as the melody of my favorite love song~Gift me the presence of your company~Be my anchor~You are like my best poetry~ I think of you~ and you run away~In the space between the pause~with each breaths~with each heartbeat~I realized that there is always a soft spot for you inside of me~You’re the prayer that sits on my lips~ Yours is the name~ that my heart chants night and day~I want to watch you as you write~To see the way you sit and the way you hold your pen~ I want to see your emotion created by narration~I want to wake up to ~your breathe on my neck for the rest of my life~And I want to wake up~ to a kiss on my forehead forever~I just want to crawl inside the creases of your smile and tickle your dimples with the tips of my eye-lashes so you can stay smiling forever~I would hold you as your tears fall~I would catch them with kisses ~I would hold your hand , listen To your pain~ I would be there for you~Let me be the first person~ you think of talking to when you are sad~Let my soul dance on the rhythm of your beat ~ let my heart hold you in a naked embrace ~ where we let each other see our flaws with grace~In the soft morning light ~I watch you Some kind of angel from another world~here for just a short time & only for a moment will you be mine…….I AM destiny of yours, I am your end be my beginning.

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