Every incomplete poem on my notepad
had captured my efforts to keep our love
blooming, I wrote it all with my shivering fingers, that flowed in the rivulet of memories that we both germinated under our heart's warmth. Yet, it all now stands, incomplete and alone, like the scenery of a ghost town.

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इश्क के पन्ने जला रहा था ग़ालिब,
ना जाने कैसे जिंदगी राख हो गई |

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Monsoon Hit Me At The Core

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I loved you to the peak of the mountains
and you dropped me carelessly within the depths of the sea. The sea where a pearl of love was crafted by the manifestation of two innocent souls in love. But now there lies nothin, but the sand of madness, on the shore of our deprived lives.

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She has long black hair
above the darkness of the night sky
with such depth and meaning
causing the poets to mine.
The moonbeam plays upon her lips
for they are made of rosy pillows
where even the heaven comes down
to see her smiling with her grace.

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I hope we don't transact emotions
on the reminder of her birthday,
because she is gone now into infinity,
into the sand below the pebbles,
into the depths of the sea, unreachable,
into the intensity of the pain, unbearable!

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1. Would love you till eternity in poems.
2. Only in poems.

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The patience you keep
while launching a sky lantern
on Diwali,
is similar to the calm
you need while you listen to
your partner's anxiety
to keep the happiness soaring.

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The sweetest scent wasn't from the pastries, chocolates or coffee
but from you as you walked by.

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Life happened,
I fell in love
Dreams woven,
Started flying like dove
Feelings happened,
Smiles blossomed in hope
Poetry happened
when she left my core.

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