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It’s a cross road
I can rather avoid both ways
may be,
my love can choice one of those

This is a station
the last train will come soon
may be,
my love can ride into it

This is that beautiful park
where we met together
may be,
my love can come here anytime

This is an open horizon
where everybody can wander
may be,
my love can stir around it

This is a nice dream
where we can paint a picture
rather I can stop viewing it
cause my love can shift into my soul

This is an evergreen love song
that can love thee
rather I can put some cotton into my ear
cause my love can move into my blood

This is an empty heart
where we can write love
may be,
my love can write an ode within it

Can you say me Sir?
How can I run away from love?

@ Musfiq us shaleheen
Love bend us very, but sometimes it has pained us when we are going to loveless or loss our love any how. So i try myself to avoid love.
give it to me baby
give it to me baby

give it to me now
I'm waiting
for your love seed
to be endowed

give it
give it
to me
that's all
that's all
this girl needs
is your sweet sweet
love seed

give it to me baby
give it to me baby

don't string me out
that love seed of yours
has so much to sprout
it's the seed
I can't be without

give it
give it
to me
your love seed
that's all
that's all
this girl needs
is your sweet sweet
love seed

yeah
yeah
love seed
love seed
yeah
yeah
love seed
love seed
I'm waiting for your
love seed
to be endowed
 Aug 2014 Nandini
Karen Newell
Plucking vibrations
into the air.
Strumming, strumming,
softly soothing.
Combing, combing,
gently smoothing
the neglected tangles
of My Mind
So many ways I think thee
my thousand stir of dreams have broken
as the drifted clouds
as the ripples of ocean
petals of the roses have grown wither
my moon's eyes have covered with shadow
sometimes her pale black mystic
face has made an illusion,
as the chaos has risen within the bean
I have alienated through time,
isolated from you,
my love,
It has grown again as stratified
rock beneath the ocean
layer by layer in course of time
where the footprint
of ripples marked as the sign of life
It has metamorphosed
and seemed compact
with a few traces of tears,
on the dark stone
where till it's a little bit alive -

@ Musfiq us shaleheen
metamorphosis is the process where the strata or rock bed marked the time and we can see the ultimate process of changes, here the process of life with love metamorphosed with time and we find the little ripples formed within the rock formation beneath the ocean when it has stratified where tears have traced distinctly.
 Aug 2014 Nandini
Lauramihaela
I could have sworn
your eyes were hazel
when you told me
you loved me,

I could have sworn
they were never this shade
of rich mahogany-
but maybe they have lost
their intircate flecks of green
like the leaves do in Autumn.

I suppose winter was inevitable.
 Aug 2014 Nandini
Amitav Radiance
The wilderness is the blank space
Where the minds can roam free
A canvas for us to paint our imagination
Happy minds devoid of any anxiety
Fresh breath of life in the empty space
Where do we take refuge if destroyed?
Wilderness is the bank space to treasure
Explore and find all the answers
For the unimaginative they have no relevance
Among the wilderness we embrace life
 Aug 2014 Nandini
Amitav Radiance
The flowers bloom momentarily
Winds carrying their delicate aroma
Swiftly guiding me towards them
As the petals have spread their beauty
Spreading happiness all around
A brief encounter leaves sweet memories
 Aug 2014 Nandini
Amitav Radiance
Standing in the twilight zone
Reminiscing the day gone by
Time has come to adopt the night
A glimmer before night descends
Giving way to the dark night
Twinkling stars appear bright
Another chapter unfolds at day’s end
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