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Aaron Nov 21
If she's an ocean I want to be drowned
If she's a guitar  I want to be the string
If she's a dance I want to be the music
If she's a chorus I want to be the melody
If she is the vocals I want to be her lyrics
If she is mine then my heart would be fine
sticked to it
Aaron Dec 5
That day I got so late
Not aware of what's in my fate
I got only a glance
That was enough to put me in a trance,
It was her moving effortlessly
Like if she had wings
The pleasure I got & the joy she brings
Both are wholesome just as springs

Even in just a sight
There took place a fight
Between my heart and thoughts,
The heart won so the thoughts got controlled
I chose you to be my destiny,
Because you are the only one I behold.
😉
Aaron Nov 13
We might suffer this life full of pain,
It seems like a phase; but it actually leaves a stain.
As soon as our peace slightly fades away we all realise that there's nothing left to say.
Is this misery of life or the start of some sane?
We all might suffer this life full of pain.

We all think that it's one of the nature's laws,
If thats so, then why does it becomes someone death's cause.
Not always with Loss but it also comes with Gain,
We have to pay the price and also take the pain.
Once I told this poem to the sky just like an insane,
The cloud shed tears in the form of rain.

Is this misery of life or start of some sane?
We all might suffer this life full of pain
Written and composed totally by Aaron Kumar Paharia from India
Aaron Nov 20
She's not a poet
But I find something more than poetry in her lips
I found a poem full of bliss
That showered through her words
That I know I'm gonna miss
Words uttered through her mouth
Slayed my dizzy heart
Those words were the charm that made my heart warm.
Just bored
Aaron Nov 21
My thoughts are what you're reading;
My heart is still begging
Cause my feelings are still bleeding,
My heart is still pleading
For the love which is receding,
My heart is still seeking
For the love which I was seeming,
No one cared about my feelings
They just can't understand its meanings,
I've end up being decieved
By the love in which I believed.
Being real
Aaron Nov 22
The clock ticks softly but fast
There's no mean to see our past
Moments fade like falling stars
Life whispers to move onwards
First try to write a short poem full of teaching,meanings and depth

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