July was of storms,
It was pouring cats and dogs,
Inside and out.
Nature's one ended with the month,
while the other seems to be never-ending

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Belonging doesn't exist anymore.
It was killed by trust,
broken by a human,
out of his mind.
Now belonging long for hope,
but hope was long before gone,
finding no place to hold on.
Only suffering stayed lifelong.

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As the trees are bare,
November is here,
Without any fear...

All the leaves have fallen,
To make full the basket earth barren,
Whispering to the winds,
They have changed their colors
And every leaf has turned a flower..

November is here ,
Without any fear,
To pass the message clear ,

'Fall to rise sooner'...!

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Being kind to strangers

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I never say good bye to October
October has my soul
the beauty, colour of the autumn,
and the memories
of october lies within.

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The sleepless nights
Sense of fear all times
That was an horror
of past called 'self doubt '.

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like the universe has conspired it,
Then there was thunder and rain,
Thunder, the sound of their quarrel
and rain, the tears thereafter.
Both followed the same path
of eternal love to the mountains
and then to the seas ..

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Live your life of 'happiness',
'Happiness' defined in your words..

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Memories have fallen,
Life has part ways,
Only the imprint remained,
in some pages as a withered leaf.
But their Love was never forgotten.
so that Pages started sharing its lines
to the leaflines for it to root and blossom
inside their lost words of love..

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Why is it that i always fail to read
that soul wandering in anonymity
I always try and fail,
I fail it, the Society fails it
I see that thing among the crowd
manytimes, being happy and all set
for the public to envy its
richness and mirth to life.
Alone it weeps deep
I dont know what it wants!?
I dont know what it is !?
Ecstatic, silent, philosophical, indifferent
insane, peaceful or confused ?
What are you my soul!?
a puppet, an art or a mad artist?
what are you!
I am disabled.
I am disabled at heart.
for the disability lies in the failure to
stitch back the broken emotions
But it is Privileged!
It is privileged,
to the label of mad.
Let the privilege prevail then,
and let it wander to
wherever it wants
to anonymity to eternity to liberation.!
Let it dissolve to the deepest form of love.

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