The sharp wind pierced the peace,
That held him composed for long
Composed to the brim of emotions
Composed like a lost folksong.
He let the window shut ,
He let trouble cut ,
The vigorous glance he shared
Ah ! The space and the room glared
She was at risk
Risk to collect herself
Risk to the deep surrender
His eyes protected her unsaid fear
Moved close and moved in

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There down the petty line,
The hopeless grind and starry night
Blink to whisper ;
Or shrink to disappear.
The possible hope’s fear
Broken ground by the shaken sphere
Bring the possible rain here!
The reign of fear has the charge.
The rain of possibility in scattered arc.
Signing and shrieking ;
Ah ! The sheer aim.
The mere believe
The trivial wish
The meagre intend
Summed ; the heaven
The cosmos and its quirk
What thunder do you hold?
The crown of hope ;
Ah! The stroke of the tempest
Are you testing?;
What roots I grow :
What wings I free!
If possible is crushed
How do I see ?
The rain to foster
Within the reign of fister
Shush ! Hold ! Hold on !
This trap is unfair
The barer receives .
The rejecter fames .
They relish the presented
Oh! The universe on sale
As in again the cry ,
The roar for her part
Shatters in all unjust job!
To collect the spirit
And parallel dread
The rain may serve
But serve the need
Need to grow , the growing tree
Need not to pity the seedling’s pray
The best earns the time
When the possibility
Enters the affirmity
When rain justify the pour
In the lap universe’s core .

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INTEND TO REFRACT .

The feels feed on the you ,
The thoughts devour you,
Each praise delights you ,
Each pain demolishes you ,
Hell or heaven
Peace or plight
Isn’t the same slide ?
The heart follows this tourism
Isn’t it sentient prism?
In the quest of materialism,
Look at there hollow forwadism!
There are hours of pain
And seconds of joy
Aren’t you misleading your conscious?
Or you roam around the prison of hoy.
Rest , repent , regret and refuse.
Oh ! Surely the man and his amuse.
To align with the emotions
You have ruined the entire mission
The mission to the inner self
The power of spirit and oneself.
The passion to acquire disperses.
The spectrum of human curses.
Ah! There it mingles into the divine
Bringing all of it together enshrine.
The server of consciousness
Collects our soul back to nothingness.
One soul , one body , several terms
Intend to refract ;
Tend to collab in the soulful turn.

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The healer heals the heart,
She profoundly submits
To the spark of the turn
The turn that capsized it all
The passion , the zeal
The emotion, the deal
He entered her life
And ruined it all
She, young and youthful
Never the knew the ruthful.
Love is endlessness of life
‘Endlessness of security’
She understood.

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One silent night was robbed.
By the wails of wind .
Interupting the hours,
The thunderclap empowers .
Ever again it reminds .
When the night throbbed.
A flash poured;
By the spinning wind.
Rustling on and forth.
Oh !The deary earth .
Amazed by distinct buskin’d.
For then , she realised ,
Every sentiment is prized.
The wind offered admiration .
Distressing the Earth,
By its peaky temptation .
The petty quarrel,
Arouse the violence that night.
Every bit unrested that night.

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To the stirring raindrops,
That once have the command,
To drive my burnt out veins
Smoothening the surficial pains.

But, what flawed you today?
Why couldn’t you pacify her core?
Have you changed ?
Or she has been tougher to conquer!

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If ever love has voice, It would be yours.

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The sheer colour ‘red’
Could melt or burn a heart
If you seek happiness, it would escalate
If you share, you would cross the thorns to reach the rosy shed.

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The land marks your presence,
The surreal warmth of the winter eve,
From the crisp firewood .
The certain velvety feel,
Of the core of the floret range
Fragranced in your divine pour.
Seive the destiny of my existence
And submits to unwavered faith .
Govind!

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If ever you happen to touch the despair,
Heal and hope!
As the moon stares,
With a wait across the globe.

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