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Jan 2016 · 602
End of salary
PB Jan 2016
It never gave me the
Satisfaction
So today I went and gave my
Resignation.
Jan 2016 · 879
The shadow of the tree
PB Jan 2016
I like the way
You fed me
With your shadow of love.

I don't want to be addicted.

Let me know
How far will we go
Before we grow apart?
PB Jan 2016
Waiting to fly some kites
Wanting to cut some kites.
Hey sky, here I come.
It's kite flying festival in India today. Google it for more info.
Jan 2016 · 921
COCAIN
PB Jan 2016
Though the days are now bygone
When we used to blabber on and on
When I used to sit in my balcony
And think about committing this felony
To be in love with this nightingale
So sweet was the voice of this female

And it went on and on
Until we lost control of our own
When the expectations rose to such a height
That we started to talk until midnight

I hardly used to hear her words
As I was lost in her chords
Because I have never saw a person so cloying
That to get her, I would keep myself ploying

Now I know, what was my fault
To bring on her and myself, such an assault
If I had the option, to do it all again
I still wonder, would I like to keep it sustain?

What I miss now most, is your gn and bye
And with equal amount, your hello and hi
Do you know, what I like to do in my freetime?
Is to think of all the things I would say to you, incase you had been mine

I know that, I have not been such a good a friend    
But I never expected things to come to such an end
I tried my best to let our relationship extend
But life had to take, some another bend

I no longer enjoy these winds and rain
Because you have left me insane
Pondering about, what you would be doing over there
But I do not call, thinking, who am I to interfere?

Was this just the play of time?
That you left me, suffering in this famine
And now you have become so distant
That to call me, you have become so reluctant?

You dont know, how I miss you now
As all I feel now, is this death so slow
Let me tell you, as we draw to this end so nigh
That your iloveyou to me , was so big a sigh
That you became, the ******* of my high.
Jan 2016 · 632
The office girl
PB Jan 2016
I see her
In the morning
In the lunch
In the straying thoughts of my mind.

I want to ask her
Let me take you out for a coffee
So that
*I can do to you
What spring does to cherry trees.
Inspired by Pablo Neruda.
It's about a girl I see in my office everyday.

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