Every night the wind sings a lullaby to the tree of sorrow.
And every morning I'd see the jasmine flowers falling.
Over the park bench
Some over green grass
One or two on a lucky passerby..
All of them in search of a place
Just like us searching
For a place to stay alive
For a place to survive
Before we finally rest.

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My heart wanders off to that beautiful island.
Beneath the silver lined cloud.
A place where the ocean touches the sky.
A poets dream ,
A secret place above the crowd.

My heart journeys to the green forests.
I lift my eyes,to seek the snowy peaks.
A place where the mountains touch the sky.
A poets dream,
A place where hopes rise and climbs.

My heart traces the trail of the stars.
In silence across the night blue space.
A place where beauty marches leaving all speechless.
A poets dream.
A big kaleidoscope where love whispers sweet nothings.

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Ordinary things are enamoured.
Isn't it love?
How the vase touches the delicate flower.
How the cup holds the tea.
How the clothes snuggle in the wardrobe.
And, how the towels drinks the water from the skin.
Repetitive like the stairs
But still I find the love of these ordinary things extraordinary
For I know love is never ordinary..

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I write, what I cannot verbalize.
I paint, what I cannot articulate.
In art , no one is perfect
In prose, no one is flawless.
You never know when
Few abstract lines will make a masterpiece
Or when
Shunned away manuscripts will become an award winning novel.
The secret of life is
Never give up.....

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क्यों चाहते हो मै कोई और बनू
क्यो तुम्हे मै जो हूँ वो कबूल नहीं

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Some people are like the Rain
They will drench you in good vibes and always make you smile.

Some people are like the Sun.
They will rise on the horizon and drive away the darkness.

Some people are like the Snow.
They appear so pure as the driven snow and yet are so icy cold hearted.

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March tastes like Oranges
Sweet and Tart.
As it touches the dry parched lips ..
The fruity fragrance engulfs the soul
Just like love
It mends the broken pieces
And makes one whole.

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February passed away like the storm in the sand
Burying the pain in the dunes
In hope that March will Spring
And
Love will waltz in the serenade tunes

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February ended like the storm in the sand
Burying the pain in the dunes
In hope that March will Spring
And
Love will waltz in the serenade tunes

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I love you simply...
Without any pride.
Without any disdain.
Without any arrogance.
Or without any conceit.
I just love you simply..


I love you not like the sun or moon
But, like the stars
That touch the shadows of the thousand souls.
I just love you simply.

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