The bonds we once treasured, now broken and frayed,
Leaving scars silently carried and weighed.
In the dance of shadows, where laughter once shone,
Now only fading echoes, a memory alone.

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Would that they would be brave enough and bold,,,
The story is new not that much old,,
In shadows of silence, their tale unfolds,,
Lovebirds entwined, their hearts unsold,,,

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Elections come, and promises fly,
Empty words soaring, reaching the sky.
Puppeteers pull strings, behind the scenes,
While citizens ponder what it all means.

Media spins tales, a web of deceit, Truth buried deep, beneath the elite.
Citizens yearn for a genuine voice,
Amidst the noise, they make their choice.

As the curtain falls on this political show, Citizens awaken, ready to overthrow. The song of satire echoes loud and clear, In the heart of democracy, let truth appear.

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In the moonlight's gentle glow,
Your smile, a melody that steals the show.,,

With every step, you dance through my heart,
A love story, a work of art,,

You are the pulse in my heartbeat,,, Together, our love is so sweet.
Hand in hand, we will find our way,,, Forever and forever my beloved in your love, I will stay,,,

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Through the symphony of life, I confess,
In every heartbeat, your absence, no less.
Aching whispers in the breeze, In the symphony of solitude,
I miss you, with ease.

Your laughter, a melody in my soul,
In the absence, a part of me feels less whole.
Across the miles, my thoughts take flight,
In the canvas of my dreams, you're the light.

In the quiet hours when shadows dance,
I feel the absence, a missed chance.

Your laughter's echo, a distant tune, In the silent Evening , I miss you, moon.

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Cricket, my first love, with bat and ball,
A dance of skill, where heroes stand tall,
In the crease of passion, where dreams take flight,
A love affair with cricket, pure and bright.

Boundaries painted with strokes of desire,
Sixes soaring, a spectacle to inspire.
Pitch-perfect moments, a symphony of grace,
In this cricketing romance, my heart finds its place.

From the bouncer's challenge to the spinner's spin,
Each wicket fallen, a poetic win.
In the stadium of emotions, cheers and tears blend,
Cricket, my first love, an eternal trend.
So, let the bat meet the ball once more,
In this love for cricket, forever to adore.
A timeless romance on the pitch's stage,
Cricket, my first love, an eternal engage.

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"Life is Paper and Paper on Fire"
Life is a paper on fire, a fleeting flame, Unpredictable, wild, never the same.

Words written in moments, moments in time,
In the dance of embers, a rhythm sublime.

Ashes of the past, carried by the wind, A transient legacy, where memories begin.
Fuelled by dreams, desires ablaze,
Life is paper burns in a mystic haze.

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My morning star and Sun
You make my life Fun,,
With you life is at ease
You are like a morning breeze,,,

you are my happy pills
Reason why my Life is chill thrill and shrill,,
your love is something in my veins
Imagining Life without you is giving me sorrow and pain,,,

You are my partner you are the best
Life is difficult and full of trials and tests
It is just a beginning of journey
we have to go far
You conceal my scars
You are my only star

Blessed to have you on my side'/ I don't care what ever it brings
Oh my darling your the wind beneath my wings
The romantic songs are yet to sing
You are the queen Im your king

To my beloved wife

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"Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship."

~~~Lord Byron

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Isn't it hurts ! That a leaf from your hand is like that of Rose to me
But
the rose of my garden of love is like a fragile leaf of an autumn to you

Ah my dear! What about the inclination, the inclination towards you that has pierced my Heart into pieces

It's not because of you rather it's because of the desire of my heart
That has tored my heart badly
Surrounded with sadness am feeling lonely
Wounding so deep and im dying but slowly
There is no hope left but you can save me because you are the only

Oh my beloved! I don't know what will be in the destiny of mine
Nothing is wrong with you, you are all fine
I'll be yours and you will be mine
But oh wait! Im afraid of irony of the fate my dear Im afraid
Im afraid of the thorns that could hurt the soul without piercing the body
And lead the person into the valley of Despair
Wounds would be so deep that no medicine can cure or repair
Wounds that require not an eye to be seen
But can only be seen from the eyes of heart
Im afraid my dear Im afraid!

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