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anu Apr 2020
Hate the one
Whom I love the most

He is not the one
Whom I trust the most

He is not the one
Whom I care the most

He is not the one
Whom I adore the most

But today He is the one
Who love only his son the most

So I hate that one
Whom I love once the most !
Ultimate power of love is HATE !
anu Apr 2020
Who is He ?
He is my brother
But He cares me like father
He is my friend
But He cares me in every end
He is my mother
But He cares me more than a mother
And
He is my human God
And Always I want to be his ward !
This is for my anaaa......
anu Apr 2020
Why everybody is locked ?

Is it to pray everyday ?
Is it to love nature everyday ?
Is it to know who works for our happiness  everyday ?

Why everybody  is locked ?

Is it to known who loves us so deep ?
Is it to known the sacrifices of the one who reap ?
Is it to known how wives feels when
babies weep ?

Why everybody is locked ?

Is it to realise?
Is it to do exercise ?
Or Is it to make you revise ?

Why everybody is locked ?

Is it to call friends ?
Is it to call relatives ?
Is it to call old teachers ?

Why everybody is locked ?

Is it to pray for someone ?
Is it to think about everyone ?
Is it to be useful for anyone ?

Why everybody is locked ?

Why ?

I think
Everybody is locked
Atleast to think
Of these 'why' !
Just a thought.....
After corona.... my second poem about that...
anu Apr 2020
Why do I mis you na?
Why do I like you so much na?
Why do I think of u everysecond na?

Like u so much na
Miss u so much na
Feeling so much na

Yes na
You're the one who gave me extreme affection na
You're my everything na
Known well that i couldn't be without u my ana....

But am I hurting u na?
Or
Disturbing u na ?

If  So
Sry na
Very sry na !
Just missing u na !
Couldn't be without blabbering to u na !
Ana mean brother....
anu Apr 2020
Drowning in the longing sea.......
One day I wil reach shore or will merge completely
  Apr 2020 anu
Regan
I’m so tired, exhausted in fact.
Tired of waiting.
Tired of feeling.
Tired of believing.

I wish I could sleep through it all.
Dream through the hurt.
Dream through the time.
Dream through the numbness.

But I can’t sleep.
Even if I could, I’d still be tired of living.
Just a quick message, I’m unsure to who is disliking all the comments of this poem but I can assure you I like every comment, thank you all for such kind words and constructive criticism. #ignorethehate ❤️
anu Apr 2020
Known well
Still you saw my poems
As I am following you

Still
Friendship  is same
More than me
Ours is true and loyal

Blind can be accepted
But if pretend to be blind
Nothing could help you

Not expected anything
Including ur forgiveness
As I am not wrong anywhere
Not only me
But its 'We'

Take Care
Thoughts will be there
As ours is true...
Exclusively for her !
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