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Aslam M Aug 2020
Are Treasures not buried
So are the words of Wisdom.
  Aug 2020 Aslam M
Sarita Aditya Verma

There is a language spoken
Between the leaves and the breeze
Peacefully green, the leaves
Ever changing the velocity of the breeze
Ancient and eternal their relationship



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Inspired by the weather in the evening :)
Aslam M Aug 2020
If the small drop of water
Falling on the Solid Rock
Persistently can create a Crevice
And Finally Entering it.
So can my Poems too.
Aslam M Aug 2020
Walking on this path
Again and Again  
Tired and Confused
Its not the Diameter
Nor the Rotations
Its about the Purification
Towards Infinite Perfection.
  Aug 2020 Aslam M
Veritia Venandi
What do you ponder, O moon?
Do you wonder if I too have my dark side...!
What do you smell, O moon?
Do you catch the fragrance of death that lingers my side every moment...!
What do you hear, O moon?
Do you hear the agony and screamings of an invisible broken heart...!
What do you feel, O moon?
Do you ever touch my bed at night hoping to lessen my loneliness?
O ,dear moon, you may be seven seas apart,
But you and I are one in essence and loneliness...
For every second of our lives we live to die and die to live!
              ~V.Venandi
How often it is that the moon becomes our companion during times of adversity...!Ages back on one such dark night... The moon became my lifelong companion!
Aslam M Aug 2020
Some Doors
Cannot be Closed.
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