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The only person who holds me when i’m down,
Rescues me in my nightmares,
Makes me laugh so hard even at times when i can’t fake a smile,

Spoils me until i feel like a princess,
Hugs me so tight until i can’t breathe,
Makes me want to remain in his arms until i feel painless,

Makes me feel safe even without a roof on our heads,
Makes me want to reach for the stars and never look back,
Makes me want to become the strongest version of myself,

The only person who inspires me,
The only person who means the entire world to me,
The only person who makes life worth living,
My astonishing, one in a million Dad.
Why did you have to leave so soon, you were supposed to see all the dreams you told me I had would some day come true. Six years gone by and I still feel you here . I just want to hug you close and tell you how much you mean to me , I love you big but Lord my friend all these men you left behind , all for me to contend with   I hear your laughter , pretty funny you think , I could use some words  of wisdom my friend , only you would know what to say , be it biblical, comical, serious, or pointless I just need to hear your advise right now God I miss you every day. From Paul to Scott no never met Brent , all the way to your baby boy Nick , of coarse I saved him for last cause Jimmy Rogers if I know you , you Are propped against that cloud with a huge smile on your face sitting so proud of those boys you made . Thanks for coming to see me today , even though it's not how I planned it I remember what you use to say , be patient for it's all in God's Hands and He's the one with the plans. I hope your presence never leaves , I love you and miss you and all your boys and your best friend does too , we will all meet again one day Fly High my friend save us all a place in that beautiful sky right there beside you.
Dedicated to Jimmy Rogers A man among men that forever holds a place in my heart

Empty of yourself
From the deepest
Let the air flow through
In controlled way, blow through
Unmute
Like a flute
Now play your tune
In your lune
Sing and dance plenty
What an ecstasy!


A flute, when empty, plays the tune we like...
 May 2018 sarthak vadalkar
Priyam
Brown was the tree trunk
That we hugged when we played
Brown were the leaves in autumn
Delicate and frayed

Brown was the moth
That couldn't stay away from the fire
Brown was the bed
Of my grandfather's pyre

Brown were things
that the poets made poetic
Brown is the colour of my skin
Then why is it not accepted?
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