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One was always at the back,
Moved With the same pace,
Gracefully following the other,  
Trying to chase down,
To be one just like before,
To feel completely,
And have the *******.
The closer they got,
The lower they got ,
And finally they met
They met after travelling years,
Both following the other for miles,
Waited this long just to meet
And separation they feel,
They feel after the fall into sea.
So that they could rise again
To follow each other,
In search of the right one
To meet them,
Those waves rise again.
To fall and get lost,
and rise again.
Circle of Life it is. The two souls  in search of each other in every life.
With every tear drop,
Bond with one starts to perish,
With every tear drop,
Bond with other starts to cherish !!
Everyone  adored the *******,?
his fingers had with them.
But now, his fingers bleed,
?bleed in red from the cuts he had had,
?for he plucked them hard.
?Lessons it taught him,
worth every dime.
Tuned it seems,
but still it annoyed him.
Maybe it was time,?
Time to change,? those old, rusted, strong?
but hurting strings.?
Yes maybe it is time,?
Time to cut the old strings.
Guitar it is, isn't it ?
Angry they make me,
each time I trust my glasses.
Reality is what I wish to see,
virtual is what they show.
Glasses cannot change for sure,
maybe I need to change them.
It rained heavily
Voids were filled.
There after the sun came
Scorching heat cracked it further.
Path adored their *******,
of the sun and the clouds,
But the path was left blistered,
the path which was tied,
yes, they cracked the path
and even gave the voids !!
Yes, here the sun set,
even before it rose.
but not there, somewhere I know
somewhere where three eyed raven told,
that is where I wish to go,
where it's just me, that sun and you,
and it'll be my heaven, you know!
2 min poem!
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Break the time like the twisted tins
on the shack
which had broken at the time of tornado
Squeeze out of the truth
As the juice of the fruits

The old saying
but the truth
Forcibly changed history
Erase from the mind
understand that false

The poem on the torn page
piece set of words
blowing together as a new blend
Just like the Rubik cubes to match
with wit and strategy

Man I
Still hidden inside
Persist - for defeat - burn and broken
Wrath - dreams breaking tension
Anger - failure to prove myself worthy of
Huff - your aloof exit
Boast - a liking to thee,
            love for getting

- The ability to be able to still speak of love
Like to wandering away from the land of Stars
Unjustified
For no reason
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@Musfiq us shaleheen
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Where I stand
Hundreds of thousands of years,
I see
Among times, a time,
In the form of waves
repeatedly touch my feet on the shore

In one milliseconds
with the speed of light
I go to the back of time
response could kiss my ancestors forehead
Come back again
In front of you

I beg love to you
If you give
After a moment,
An angel carries me to Space
To learn the secrets of creation

I do not know where is the end of the road
not to return home
not even call you at all
But continuing with the dreams
Running from one end to the other end of the universe

Anywhere else in the thought
The outcome beyond what is love
Then Another bunch of waves
Seemed to push my feet again-
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@ Musfiq us shaleheen
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When the wooden door leads a little,
To a force is put
In the erst of the body fleece wells,  
Sweet sweating as the dew is deposited

The clamor of the known birds,
Uttering,
Be filled,
North wind changes direction,
Comes through my southern window

When harmonic air,
Passed over the yellow paddy fields,
Farmers perches hope's aroma
Into the hearts  

At the mid of the noon,
Cowboys keep exhaustion on flute
Swelling of the new message,
Leaves
Flowers
Fruits

After a Long waiting,
Pied crested Cuckoo singing
Mating songs
The peacock repeatedly whispering peahen

My beloved,
Your one "April" desires
bought us,
Cuddly child as the light purple rose

And they say you
Sing your song of arrival
O' April O' come!
Once Again!

Show Your Cyclone form
Engross your soul
Bring the rain,
Chill the Nature
Add to birth New Child for the unscathed time
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@Musfiq us shaleheen
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 Apr 2015 Shruti Atri
Dark soul
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            She was the storm
  
      all raging and tormenting

        Destroying everything
          
                   in its path
      
                  I was lured

                and snatched

                 Thrown into

                          the

                  middle of it
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