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Mansi tyagi Jun 2018
Me and you in this populace,
Traced as a coincidence in the preordain.

Everyone who i come across,
Is a beautiful coincidence in this city.

Just few have been an awe-inspiring ones!
For this to happen was encarved in the destiny.

Walking down the promenade,
Where coincidence met KISMET.

In a tapestry of shimmering shades,
A déjà vu that looks more like souvenir.

Though a synergy unknowingly they share,
Still whispering,Is this coincidence a dust or mist about which hardly people care.
Hira malik Jun 2020
Are we missing something?!?

The hearts are not at right pace
All those matters of space ,those set on some pattern
Revolving though,;;
But my heart not at pace
So does of the millions others....
The tails holding of elephant herd
In the fields
Unsettling too...
The trembling of voices
And serenity
Has taken place the shambles
And the ruins this time are murrmuring,
Burning slowly!
This heat is sinister than the flames itself
And erupted volcanoe,
Trenching trembling the level of horizon
On demise of so many young souls
Under its cover
They reaching to sky
But sky still mourns on earth loosing its precious
Ahh!!!!!!
I have been taught in this time the lessons
That havent been taught in centuries
The herat has turn old in days so little
Age has become just the number
And the greyness has enveloped the souls like dark wolves!

Now even the clouds if rain
I dnt feel it
Its not called monotony
Or rampedness
Time has shown that it can run anticlockwise
And diruption will be more on souls than rocks could ever asked for in their capacity....

The emptiness is getting rapid
And earth is creating more space
For graves to be encarved
The sadness is echoing in streets like trumpet blowing orchestra
The songs of deads are mellowing the alives
The time is strange my friend , more in melancholy is my heart
And when hearts wrap thmeselves in pain
Than you have no escape
And no place to go!!

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