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navneet-gattani
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On an empty road with an empty dream / / anemptywalk.wordpress.com / © all poems are intellectual property of Navneet Gattani
The whistle blows silently As the wind pass by The strong wind, makes me mesmerized The memory of hers; which fills my empty eyes The eyes shed tears The wind wipes it by The face shows a smile But the heart inside cries The wind silently whispers Shhhhh… Don’t cry. . .
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Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 2:31 PM UTC
The Whisper
The lips were sealed And the words were less All there was; were the eyes to tell I closed them too; to escape the truth A glance at those were suffice for tell Bowed my head; At last For It’s better not to tell . . .
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Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 2:30 PM UTC
Better Not Tell
Steps coming closer With a much more clearer voice Road seeming empty With no end on other side Still walking forward With no one on the way Crisp smiling lips With a tear on the face Long standing still With nowhere to go A lone walk never ends With an end that you know . . .
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Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 2:23 PM UTC
A Lone Walk
It’s the life we know Its the life we feel A book it is Giving us the feel that; It will never come to an end But it is a book we don’t know where or when it will end It can be the next page or the page after that We can never look over the next page Until the page we are on has end The book may be boring but it may have an interesting end The pages which past by, will never come again It is the book which always has a sorrow end . . .
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Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 2:22 PM UTC
Turning Pages
Behind the face Below the lips A silent smile resides It never reach out, It never climbs It stays alive being inside It flashes for a moment than disappears for a while Hides in the shadow and dissolves in the dark When all hopes lost and faith fades out A silent smile saves us all. . .
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Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 2:20 PM UTC
The Silent Smile
Tucked up in a blanket A night bulb on side The face all lit up With a fan staring; right in your eyes Closing the eyes in an old fashioned way Every second seems like a long hour day A glimpse of the light from the curtain across Seeing your image on the empty wall A thought of the past and the future collide An empty walk ends and An empty road arise . . .
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Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 2:43 PM UTC
A Sleepless Night