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pratik-bhavsar
pratik-bhavsar
In my school days I hated poetry as I couldn't understand them. / Now I am just trying to compensate for what I have lost. / / When I am filled with thoughts, I sit and write a blog. But when my emotions start going out of control, I have write poem.
It never gave me the Satisfaction So today I went and gave my Resignation.
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Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 11:02 PM UTC
End of salary
I like the way You fed me With your shadow of love. I don't want to be addicted. Let me know How far will we go Before we grow apart?
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Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 4:21 AM UTC
The shadow of the tree
Waiting to fly some kites Wanting to cut some kites. Hey sky, here I come.
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Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 11:15 PM UTC
Uttarayan (The kite festival of India)
Though the days are now bygone When we used to blabber on and on When I used to sit in my balcony And think about committing this felony To be in love with this nightingale So sweet was the voice of this female And it went on and on Until we lost control of our own When the expectations rose to such a height That we started to talk until midnight I hardly used to hear her words As I was lost in her chords Because I have never saw a person so cloying That to get her, I would keep myself ploying Now I know, what was my fault To bring on her and myself, such an assault If I had the option, to do it all again I still wonder, would I like to keep it sustain? What I miss now most, is your gn and bye And with equal amount, your hello and hi Do you know, what I like to do in my freetime? Is to think of all the things I would say to you, incase you had been mine I know that, I have not been such a good a friend But I never expected things to come to such an end I tried my best to let our relationship extend But life had to take, some another bend I no longer enjoy these winds and rain Because you have left me insane Pondering about, what you would be doing over there But I do not call, thinking, who am I to interfere? Was this just the play of time? That you left me, suffering in this famine And now you have become so distant That to call me, you have become so reluctant? You dont know, how I miss you now As all I feel now, is this death so slow Let me tell you, as we draw to this end so nigh That your iloveyou to me , was so big a sigh That you became, the ******* of my high.
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Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 1:35 PM UTC
COCAIN
Though the days are now bygone When we used to blabber on and on When I used to sit in my balcony And think about committing this felony To be in love with this nightingale So sweet was the voice of this female And it went on and on Until we lost control of our own When the expectations rose to such a height That we started to talk until midnight I hardly used to hear her words As I was lost in her chords Because I have never saw a person so cloying That to get her, I would keep myself ploying Now I know, what was my fault To bring on her and myself, such an assault If I had the option, to do it all again I still wonder, would I like to keep it sustain? What I miss now most, is your gn and bye And with equal amount, your hello and hi Do you know, what I like to do in my freetime? Is to think of all the things I would say to you, incase you had been mine I know that, I have not been such a good a friend But I never expected things to come to such an end I tried my best to let our relationship extend But life had to take, some another bend I no longer enjoy these winds and rain Because you have left me insane Pondering about, what you would be doing over there But I do not call, thinking, who am I to interfere? Was this just the play of time? That you left me, suffering in this famine And now you have become so distant That to call me, you have become so reluctant? You dont know, how I miss you now As all I feel now, is this death so slow Let me tell you, as we draw to this end so nigh That your iloveyou to me , was so big a sigh That you became, the ******* of my high.
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I see her In the morning In the lunch In the straying thoughts of my mind. I want to ask her Let me take you out for a coffee So that *I can do to you What spring does to cherry trees.*
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Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 11:01 PM UTC
The office girl