Send me those empty letters,
I will read the emptiness of your mind.

Send me those empty letters,
I will feel the lonliness and voidness of your heart.

Send me those empty letters,
I will hear hear them scream out your pain.

Send me those empty letters,
I will measure the depth of your feelings and emotions.

Send me those empty letters,
I will easily read what you wish to express, to me.

Send me those empty letters,
I will portray my feelings and expressions on them and post them to your address, address of Love.

Send me those empty letters,
I will heal you through the intensity of my words,
I will heal you through the intensity of my love.

©Manish Mukhi

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The distance never created an obstacle,
But built a bridge between us,
As we two souls travelled the distance,
And finally we united, united two hearts in a soul; soul of love.

Yes being far from you is the toughest thing for me to face everyday,
But you know what, I never felt the distance,
I have always felt your hands on my palms,
I have always felt you arms embracing me,
I have always felt your hands carrying me close to you and walking to paradise.
Distance never creates a barrier to love,
But distance examines and increases love.

It is my dream to hold your hands and walk down the lane,
It is my dream to kiss your forehead in admiration,
It is my dream to hug you and feel your soul close to mine,
It is my dream to see you smiling,
It is my dream to make you mine,
Everyday in my prayers I have asked you,
I'll not walk alone to paradise,
We will walk there together.

Oh my love! I dream to lead my life with you till eternity.
© Manish Mukhi.

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I kissed your lips,
And they did not respond.

I kissed your lips again,
And this time the walls of your grave replied, we are lifeless.

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You are a lot more than what I describe you in my poems,
I just draw an outline, you are an immortal aesthetic art.
~Manish Mukhi

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The emptiness that drives you away from your happiness.
How dare he do so?
Tell him your mom resides in your heart,
I am sure he will run miles away from you and never return after listening this.

*World's safest place is mom's lap and her love is the best medicine to every pain of ours.*
Come on atleast smile your mom is always there to love you.

~Manish Mukhi.

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Love is not a chalk to be scribbled on board,
Love is the program to be typed with proper codes.

Love is not a scandal or a topic to be trolled,
Love is an alloy; it requires proper precision to shape it and mould.

Love is not a scream to be yelled,
Love is a symphony to be played which yields complete harmony.

Love is not a cloudy day with no moon night,
Love is the blissful sunshine donating energy to the planet the whole day; with aesthetic moonlight and twinkling stars.

Love is not an address to be found through maps,
Love is a destination to reach through determined minds and devoted hearts.

Love is not a just season or an elder to infatuation,
Love is the whole time and the actual worship and admiration.

Love is not a fantasy or really an illusion,
Love is the reality and the actual salvation.
~Manish Mukhi.

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Let us not love to unlove later,
As love is not a reversible change.
But let us love to carry it further.

Let us not love to unlove later,
As love is not a period to end but a future to prevail after.
But let us love to beautify and justify it more better.

Let us not love to unlove later,
As love is not a contract to end in future.
But let us love to dive in it deeper and leave footprints which will inspire the ages further.

Let us not love to unlove later,
As love is not an interest but a devotion more greater.
But let us only love to love, and to love always further.

*Love is not an event to be forgotten but a history to leave it's imprint beyond ages.*
~Manish Mukhi.

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Love, hold hands move in my soul, complete me forever,
Let the planet witness rainbows and spring in winter and we rejoicing together.
~Manish Mukhi.

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She asked me for a painting.
I painted it on the canvas, but there was a difference.

My canvas was she herself, the brushes were my lips and the colours were love.

I painted love through my lips on her. ♥️

~Manish Mukhi.

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These white pages of my diary,
Aren't just empty.
They carry my blood stains,
The love that is present in me,
My blissful smile and happiness,
My screams and cries,
The silence of my heart,
My agony and anxiety,
And everything that is inside me.

But all these are invisible.
And at last, the white page is empty,
Waiting for the ink to paint words on it.

~MANISH MUKHI.

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