We could see the different colours
That belongs to us
May be we could have either matched
Or keep it as it is, unmatched
Some colours could have mixed
And given different shades
May be that could have brought us romance and joy ,
May be that could have also brought us
Hatred and sadness ,
Could have filled our hearts with pink fluttering butterflies,
Or could have bleed blue wih scattering and flaming of toxicities,
All colours could have also mixed and matched,
Creating a total black void which neither of us could fill ever ......
As if our hearts engulfed into its own
Black hole where is no escape unless we stopped beating forever....

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Let's create a pathway of happiness
Travel a certain distance
Feel happy
Travel a little more
And feel more glad
Let this continue
Until your journey stops
And you fade away
But you will still linger ....
Where can you guess?
In people's minds and their eyes
In form of smiles and unseen reminiscences
That's why it is the pathway of happiness
You live, you laugh and you smile
Because you chose happiness

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That we can stand tall
Absorb every rain and sunshine
Give space to the snow when it fall
Bear fruits that are ripe and fine
Can also give shelter to one and all

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Door opens and he is standing,
I am crying and he is staring,
The time between us seems unmoving,
Are we still prancing for each other
As we are gaping and loathing?
Waiting waiting and waiting,
Until one of us makes the first moving,
Going to streets where it's still raining,
Begging begging begging
For God's grace, until the journey seems unending.....

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Devotion, individualism, bliss,dream, reminisce

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Igniting life with soft beats,
With soft quiver,
With small jabs,
With small kicks,
As if it is a new found love,
Unseen and enclosed,
till 40 weeks,
Soft pounding to strong swishing,
Senses till they develop,
Eyes till they see,
Lungs till they breathe,
Blood and veins till a tiny human being,
God's creation,
God's gift,
Love of two souls,
Love of the family,
Pain that brings the cry of ultimate joy,
Cries that makes the sleepless nights
Endearing and overjoyed!!

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What is poetry?
Is it not something that comes from within,
Is it not something that speaks out your thoughts,
Is it not something that depicts any situation,
Is it not something that makes your sense interwoven with someone's,
Is it not something that makes your memories churned,
Is it not something that enlightens a revolution.

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I, let my dreams,
fly above the mind's sky,
I, get my reality,
to shine amidst worst cry,
I, sew my thoughts,
into an ocean of uncharted territory,
I, lost myself,
in amazing God's melancholy,
I, am a human,
Who is bound to live happily.

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Can I quarrel?
Can I scream?
Can I shout?
Can I pester?
Do I have the right .....
Can I love?
Can I hate?
Can I kiss?
Can I create a mess?
Do I have the right moment....
Can I cry?
Can I have sorrow?
Can I tell all my stories?
Can I die?
Do I have the right vessel....

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Dream of me,
as if I am on your mind,
Sway me in your arms,
as if I am the lover of your life,
Yes let the sky be the witness
to all the darkest desires of your gratitude,
Let you be the venom
and me being the antidote,
Let you be the dazzling ray
and me being the shivering night,
Let you be the ocean
while I am the ripples,
Let us never meet as
you being the sun and I, being the moon.

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