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 Mar 2016 Bharti Singh
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Chemistry
 Mar 2016 Bharti Singh
ryn
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O         
         o       o
O          
                  O      o        
O    
•fill our beak-
er with un-
told chem-
icals•com-
patible  so-
lvents that
fizz... with
bubbles•m-
ix them in to get
the most homogene-
ous of solutions•introdu-
ce heat in the likes of passion
•never a clean reaction, there will
be residue• never right the first time,
failed attempts will be a few......• but once
distilled from undesirable impurity•........then
handle the mixture with utmost sensitivity........•
you'll get a result that can't be bought with money•
because this love in our hearts is the product of



pure chemistry

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 Mar 2016 Bharti Singh
Ocean Blue
You can use your knife
To slice me in a million sighs,
Chain tears to my life,
Hold my breath with your rhymes,
Sweet Darling, just think of
what's next : you'll multiply my love.
 Mar 2016 Bharti Singh
Ocean Blue
Sweet Darling,
How would I fully
Understand how you function?
You never gave me
The instruction manual.
While in life

Till you dearly depart

Count every blessing

With the beat of your heart
 Mar 2016 Bharti Singh
Pax
empathy
 Mar 2016 Bharti Singh
Pax
before you'll able
to help
others...

understand your
pain first and
confide
to
your
inner
being...

upon listening
you'll reflect
your own,
by then
you can
be connected
to their heart strings...

empathy is a blessing
as it is a burden.
it hurts you more
than it pains them...

just stay
on a steady
phase,
then you'll be
okay...
it feels like i just translated what empathy means... just in my own words, my own way of understanding...
There is an island...

That keeps on calling my name
Begging me, step out of the game
Before it's too late

There is an island...

With the sweetest of breeze
Gentle swaying of palm trees
That keeps beckoning me

There is an island...

Much more than just in my dreams
To me a reality
Where one day I'll be free

There is an island...

In the middle of the ocean blue
One day that I will swim to
Where there's nothing to do

There is an island...

That is wanting my time
Hoping I'll make up my mind
And leave it all behind
winter chills my bones
fiercer every season

her warmth i seek
with the prayer

O God, let her grow not older

When i snuggle into her
hear her lips' quiver

..........let him grow not older
 Mar 2016 Bharti Singh
ThePoet
Inspiration was never
derived from what I saw
and admired, never
from what I felt
and desired. I found
it in a place where
I was weak and prone,
with broken bones,
unknown to the world
and alone on my own

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