I tripped over
I fell down
In the trench;
Blissed-out i was

In my vision
Gorgeous she was.

We held hands
We made out
In the abyss;
Ecstatic we were

In her existence
Cosmonaut i was.

We had issues
We solved out
At the sea;
Perplexed we were

In my mind
Persistent she was.

She let me down
She left out
In the path;
Lovelorn i was

In my books
Dead she is.

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Art can be found anywhere. It is not limited to few linear patterns or eye-catching colors. From a teeny tiny snowflake to the moon; from butterfly wings to the carved stone. Everything is art. Periphery of art is so vast that it can't be seen, it's inclusive of everything. Even living a life is considered as an art.

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A life without wandering is like a year without summer.

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I strongly believe that each and every person is born creative from the womb of mother. Sharpness in creativity does depend on the time utilised and magnitude of exposure. One can be creative in every thing they do, be it art or life. You can beautify your course of life with a tinge of creativity, that is basically modification of set perceptions and being a bit rebel against conservative criterion of measuring unmeasurable things.

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What is wanderlust?
A strong desire to travel?
or an escape to be so lost
in the lap of mother nature
that eventually you find
the crux of the life,
that you're just a
tiny piece of cosmos
that can breathe,
move, roll and jump.

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All i want is to travel
and to explore places
walking all the miles
leaving no traces.

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You're stressing over your
curves, scars and strech marks
and here I'm comparing you to
the moon, stars and heavenly sparks.

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since you've left,
as empty as it was
before we crossed paths.

as empty as my
galleries of dreams;
balconies of memories;
and that garden swing.

butterflies don't vist me
anymore;
bees ceased to collect nector
and fireflies have disappeared.

my life lacks your chuckles,
sarcastic grin & laughter.

it is empty now,
as empty as this sofa
where we used to transform
moments in everlasting memories.

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As sunrays ablaze my face,
I embrace the glazy phase,
I praise the ways of God's grace,
these hazy days always amaze.

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