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And then we met again You so different I am gazing Are you you Do we sit to pick threads Do the ends meet Harsh

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Feb 25, 2020

Feb 25, 2020 at 9:23 AM UTC

And then we met again You so different I am gazing Are you you Do we sit to pick threads Do the ends meet Harsh

Gaze at me with Starry your eyes filled With condensed drops of love Overwhelming the lids, Throbbing in pain The heavy heart. On tip of a moment Our naked merger, Swerve not the gaze At the flame in rear Depth of breast. Floating up and up Move away we leaving Past, hugging the new Tearing open the horizons Into unknown blind alleys.

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Apr 2, 2016

Apr 2, 2016 at 6:38 AM UTC

Flight

Gaze at me with Starry your eyes filled With condensed drops of love Overwhelming the lids, Throbbing in pain The heavy heart. On tip of a moment Our naked merger, Swerve not the gaze At the flame in rear Depth of breast. Floating up and up Move away we leaving Past, hugging the new Tearing open the horizons Into unknown blind alleys.

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Do you know what's this? This unseen thread of tie Lying loosely between us Most of times, but get tight, Very tight sometimes. Yes, there was a beginning When the knots were tied, A tie in your mind and A tie in my mind. Sure, you were not sure that You wanted this tie at all. I too was not sure that I wanted it either. Nonetheless the thread decided That the two minds needed to be tied. And then time passed.. And the thread played Its games of love galore. Games of pulling us to our cores The two knots merging together. Games of stretching us apart As though to snap the ties forever. Some Big Hands pushed, pressed And crushed us into such tiny spaces That we turned into bright dot of star Or pulled us so hard apart that we Ended in separate planets. Yet the thread was the winner tossing Us about at dangerous gyrations. We rammed into one another With fatal impacts scattering us to splinters Yet soon we got intoxicated within us With the immeasurable sweetness of love. This being the story, Do you know what's this ? What do we do with this Seemingly all powerful thread Of what-ever-is between us ? Do we cut it to bleed, Run away from each other Thinning the thread to an idea.. Or do we leave it as it is.

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Jan 24, 2016

Jan 24, 2016 at 4:35 AM UTC

A tie forever?

Do you know what's this? This unseen thread of tie Lying loosely between us Most of times, but get tight, Very tight sometimes. Yes, there was a beginning When the knots were tied, A tie in your mind and A tie in my mind. Sure, you were not sure that You wanted this tie at all. I too was not sure that I wanted it either. Nonetheless the thread decided That the two minds needed to be tied. And then time passed.. And the thread played Its games of love galore. Games of pulling us to our cores The two knots merging together. Games of stretching us apart As though to snap the ties forever. Some Big Hands pushed, pressed And crushed us into such tiny spaces That we turned into bright dot of star Or pulled us so hard apart that we Ended in separate planets. Yet the thread was the winner tossing Us about at dangerous gyrations. We rammed into one another With fatal impacts scattering us to splinters Yet soon we got intoxicated within us With the immeasurable sweetness of love. This being the story, Do you know what's this ? What do we do with this Seemingly all powerful thread Of what-ever-is between us ? Do we cut it to bleed, Run away from each other Thinning the thread to an idea.. Or do we leave it as it is.

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Your kiss was suddenly wet As a fresh drop in summer Dripping within me. That the crowd couldn't see It was so fleeting. You weren't in shame Rather were beaming. I had my questions You receded waving up and down. Wanting to run to catch you I was tied in the dream.

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Sep 7, 2015

Sep 7, 2015 at 4:55 AM UTC

Kiss and go

Your kiss was suddenly wet As a fresh drop in summer Dripping within me. That the crowd couldn't see It was so fleeting. You weren't in shame Rather were beaming. I had my questions You receded waving up and down. Wanting to run to catch you I was tied in the dream.

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Life has no particular meaning or meaninglessness Life has no state of greatness and it shouldn't have Life should've pains and occasional joys Life shouldn't be stagnant its just a journey almost an aimless journey reaching and non reaching have same worth Standing at starting point or reaching thus far away or crossing the horizon are all the same And then the blinding brightness will blind one when those infinite eyes will open wide, unable to close. Pain will retreat in disappointment One will keep moving as infinite joy.

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Aug 7, 2015

Aug 7, 2015 at 5:36 AM UTC

Its just a journey...

Life has no particular meaning or meaninglessness Life has no state of greatness and it shouldn't have Life should've pains and occasional joys Life shouldn't be stagnant its just a journey almost an aimless journey reaching and non reaching have same worth Standing at starting point or reaching thus far away or crossing the horizon are all the same And then the blinding brightness will blind one when those infinite eyes will open wide, unable to close. Pain will retreat in disappointment One will keep moving as infinite joy.

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The flower was there Most innocently , soft, silky Full of fragrance. My mind couldn't hold. It went over it, Smelt & erupted in joy. And the flower whispered: Enough, I'm fulfilled.

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Jul 28, 2015

Jul 28, 2015 at 7:59 AM UTC

The Flower

The flower was there Most innocently , soft, silky Full of fragrance. My mind couldn't hold. It went over it, Smelt & erupted in joy. And the flower whispered: Enough, I'm fulfilled.

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Life is lived so tentatively, There being infinite ways of living a moment.. Leaving all those ways, ultimately something just happens And the moment drifts away, lost for ever. Yet history records that we lived that moment Ignoring the sense of loss of the living.

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Jun 9, 2015

Jun 9, 2015 at 7:24 AM UTC

Living

Life is lived so tentatively, There being infinite ways of living a moment.. Leaving all those ways, ultimately something just happens And the moment drifts away, lost for ever. Yet history records that we lived that moment Ignoring the sense of loss of the living.

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