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A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It's the tears that trickle with radiance through words.
     It's a treasure trove that hides but longs to
     be found.
          It's a book shelved high that wants to
          be read.
               It's the freest of all birds caged but
               unbound...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It doesn't beat to the capable strokes of the artist.
     It doesn't pump in the most vibrant of
     colours.
          It doesn't wield a paintbrush to
          translate its thoughts.
               But it can see through the eyes of
               painters...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It doesn't conform to the conventional parameters of lyrics.
     It doesn't bind itself to the requirements
     of musical harmony.
          It doesn't follow the conventions of
          genres.
               But it sings its voice loud without
               restrictions of melody...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It's an open secret, that whispers in metaphoric codes.
     It's an exploding universe, that merges
     back into galaxies.
          It's a sought after painting, that boasts
          of unfathomable beauty.
               It's an everlasting song, that echoes
               within the poet that embodies...

Why would you run after her?
When she don't like to be chased;
Why would you insist on fitting in to her world?
When she don't want you to be there;
Why would you give all your love?
When it is not what she wants to have;
Why would you wait for her?
When you know it will just be a waste of time?
Why would you fight for her?
When she is not worth fighting for;
Why do anything for her?
When she doesn't appreciate everything you do;
Why live your life for her?
When she doesn't even care about you;
Why her?
When I am just right here.

A luminous forest, a weeping evergreen, a tall waterfall that the breeze bounds o'er, a spring of dreams that doubles back and cycles - sky in endlessly they do: the wavelet course of the orbs or a calm stream, tearful eyes overflowing with heraldic thoughts thru the night, a singular occupancy in a surge or flood, crest followed by crest ' till they disguise all, a reign of emerald hue that has no decay, like the flapping wings in the unfolding sky. A gigantic mountain standing tall and strong, not showing how lonely it is to be alone. A calming sound of the river flowing, swiftly the current goes like the days passing by quickly along with each memory. A passage thru the valleys of our future days, and the sunless elegance of such sorrow takes this wealthiest of natures and turns it to industry, and the eventual joys within loving arms that seek out company and some necessary duty in vain at this time, for the day time moments are chipped away by other moments, for all this, I finally admit that I need your happiness to bring me back from this wasting away, because I desire the multiform pleasures that you could bring to me -and I to you.

From afar, I look at him
In a crowded place, my eyes search for only him;

From afar, I listen as he starts talking
It sounds like angels singing;

From afar, I see his smile as he walks by
It feels like I am lifted up high in the sky;

From afar, I will love him with all my heart
Even though it seems like we are worlds apart;

From afar, I feel like he is mine
Wishing our hearts would someday intertwine;

From afar, I dream of him
And I know it is only there that I will have him
'Coz I know this is just a one sided love
His love, I cannot have.