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When I read and if the eloquence of text ebullients my heart and rejuventate my emotions, I know that is poetry !!::.::!!

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The mournful Bliss
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The chilly Flames of darkness glows,
Pious Sinister and melancholy flows:
Mystic odes of tears as the rain,
Nurtures dead and fuels the flame.
Red warm blood which agony drain,
Brings a mingled draught of bliss and pain.
Bliss of sweven in capricious heart,
And the pain of inebriated soul apart.
The mournful blaze grims the rest,
And revives the scars of thy breast;

It cwtched the heart,
No matter how poetic it sounds;
But it's like two oceans of pain -
Which Transgressed their bounds.

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Sonnet (Lake or Love)

The glistering pearls in vitreous shallow,
Of a blissful Moana with musical waves !
Composes an ode with her tender shadow;
And drenches the sky with cloudy paves :

The sprinkled drops from sky which kiss,
the gleanings of her sunburn hand :
And there spreads an euphoria of bliss;
In celestial heavens or the graves in sand :

When the sudden slim wind finds the way,
And flows through dark and delimit heart;
Fills it with shades of bliss and gay,
And drenches the soul with misty spurt.

The above lines touches my soul and nerve,
Which either describes nature or my lost love !!

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भोगा न भुक्ता वयमेव भुक्ता
स्तपो न तप्तं वयमेव तप्ताः ।
कालो न यातो वयमेव याता
स्तृष्णा न जीर्णा वयमेव जीर्णाः ॥७॥
(Bhatri Hari's Vairaagy Satakam)
The worldly pleasures have not been enjoyed by us, but we ourselves have been devoured; no religious austerities have been gone through, but we ourselves have become scorched; time is not gone (being ever-present and infinite), but it is we who are gone (because of approaching death). Desire is not reduced in force, though we ourselves are reduced to senility.

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The death bliss on roads in a stary night, There's no moon and the stars glow bright.
Dew drops on Moors shines like bangles in wrist,
Spread on the ground with the shades mountain mist.

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Shrimad Bhagavad Gita काव्यसरोवर (Part 3)
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(A small effort to write the teachings of Gita in Hindi Poetic form) in caption
Chapter 1 , Sloka 13 to 21.

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कृष्ण घन में जब चमके बिजुरिया,
कनक उठय किलकारी रे;
झम झम झमकर जब बरसे बदरवा,
चहक उठय फुलवारी रे ॥

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The icy flames : (erotica)
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The summer glimpse and winter clime,
Erase their boundaries for very first time.
The winters breeze meets the warm desire,
Sky high rises the flames of smoldering fire.
The gist of heat and the winter rains,
Stirs and fuels the base of icy flames.
Shivers the ground the Hallows of bliss,
And forms the smoke of churning kiss.
When warm wind blows through unlit caves,
Composes the music of blissful waves.
The warm impulse descends the night,
With celestial shades of red and white.

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