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 Apr 2016 R Arora
Afrodita Nestor
Timeless silence round his heart
Doesn't let him play the part
Drop by drop 'till is full
He pushes hard and then pulls

Hanging down from above
Ever-aching for more love
Trying, hoping then he misses
Ever-breaking into pieces

Wanting, wishing for quite some time
So much passion, it’s a crime
Standing up in the line
For affection, for a sign

He is a man with no past
With no present, outlast
Crawling down, looking for
Is he knocking at the door?

Is he trying to unlock
To come in and to talk?
Should he go in or should he wait
Should he lie or be straight?

With heart so broken who could feel
No one's made out of steel
He hopes the feeling is not for good
No one’s made out of wood

He stood there for a while
Waiting for his righteous trial
But the timeless silence round his heart
Made his spirit come apart

There was this man born with reason
So why the pain why the treason
Copyright Afrodita Nestor
And increase your gravity

Because Life is a beautiful rhapsody,
for those who keep trying towards their goal;
And even the just light: The carrier of time,
pays respect to a black hole.
 Apr 2016 R Arora
Rgc
I lie on the ground
and stare into space,
the stars start to move,
into the shape of your face.

I see you there now,
looking down at me,
with that cute little smile,
that I like to see.

You say "close your eyes",
"tell me what you see",
I see only two people,
just you and me.

We're walking the shoreline,
with our feet getting wet,
the horizon turns pink,
as the sun starts to set.

Now the time has gone by,
through laughter and tears,
These days I shall cherish,
for years upon years.
Those memories we have,
shall never fade,
For those are the steps,
that we have made.

That was the past,
the future is near,
I anxiously wait,
for what will appear.
  Everything will be wonderful,
till you're near.
 Apr 2016 R Arora
ParisThePoet
You're the apple of my eye
the wings that help me fly
a rose without thorns
the sunshine after a storm

Prettier than a flower
you take me higher than a tower
my sweet cinnamon roll
the one who helps me reach my goals

You finish my sentences
know all of my preferences
even alone in a battlefield
your love would be the shield I'd wield

You're my nurse when I'm not well
the best woman in the universe as well
stride by stride, side by side
our love will never subside
 Mar 2016 R Arora
Phoenix
To feel love
You must know hate

To feel joy
You must know pain

To feel surrounded
You must know being alone

To feel free
You must know being cornered

There is always a negative
To a positive
A good
To the bad
Yin to yang

I've faced my fears
Been to Hell and back
Been pushed to my limits
Been close to death
I've shed so many tears

But don't get my wrong
My beloved readers
I'm no coward
I haven't backed down
And I won't back down

Because I know pain
I know love
Because I know sorrow
I know joy

Life is a series of hardships
Life is a never ending war
Between good and bad
Happy and sad
Love and hate

The pain of yesterday
Makes me stronger today
The sorrow of tomorrow
Helps me value the now

Since I've been to Hell and back
I know the value of love
I know the meaning of friends
And family

Since I know death
I know life

Since I know death
I know how to fight
Even if it is hard

Since I know life
I know what to fight for
Even when hope seems lost
 Mar 2016 R Arora
Robert Frost
The rose is a rose,
And was always a rose.
But the theory now goes
That the apple’s a rose,
And the pear is, and so’s
The plum, I suppose.
The dear only knows
What will next prove a rose.
You, of course, are a rose—
But were always a rose.
 Mar 2016 R Arora
Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
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