I fail, I lie
I love, I cry
Yet,
I stand
Calm myself
Believe in me
And, keep moving..
When the time is tough,
Even the breeze become storms..

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If only I knew, my deepest hue..
And subtle tenderness of her misty blue.

Grooved in her chiseled waist,
Enchanted I am by the girl in the golden dress!

Lost in her thunder, blown by the glow.
Oh! I'm flowing in the juices, slow!

The sweet pain and the loud cries,
Makes me witness the starry skies!

Nonchalantly pulling me into this sweet distress
Here I am, Enchanted by the girl in the golden dress!

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The quite world,
Isn't fascinating enough?

The gust of wind, the thunder of cloud,
Makes me feel, what I have missed out.
The trees bobbing and mood swapping,
Birds chirping and the frogs hopping!

Taking a closer look,
From my new spectacle!
Glued to nature
And, everyday miracle!

Finding a new way,
In the uncertain times.
Things around me,
Humming melodious chimes.

A little focus make many ways,
Life is always ready for remakes.
The quite world,
Isn't fascinating enough?

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With life stuck on the randomness of the air
Here I'm, living in despair

Silently watching the shadows overpower
And, moon above me, hover

Irresistible beats of my heart
Pinning every bit of me like a dart

The tiny cold droplets coiling around my neck
Leaving it choked and hurt to the depth

It's hard to believe
As memories fail to relieve

As I lie, tried from mourning
Every night I feel, I'm drowning

Hapless and paralysed
Lost in the events, surprised

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The morning sun makes me believe,
The leisure in life is hard to relieve!
The time is tough for the most to believe,
Uncertain and fearful for the humans at ease!

The starry nights bring me peace,
The moon looks closer everyday I sieze!
The chills I get from this purest breeze,
The nature seems closer as I sneeze!

This summer has many new stories to release,
The stories that are made only to deceive!

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I feel like a 16 year old again... cribbing, crying, playing, romancing, determined and passionate... I secretly read Mills and boons and fantasised to live a character like kate... Even tried to mimic but never acted..
I act like one now, I don't read Mills and boons anymore... but this time it wouldn't be a secret...as the character has started living just as passionate as she was...

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वो देखती रही, सोचती रही...
कश्मकश में कुछ खोजती रही...
किसी ने पुकारा और सब रुक गया...
वो कश्ती किनारा, सब रुक गया।

वो हवा का झोका और उनकी इक आवाज़,
कुछ जादू सा हि तो है।

सब कहते हैं कि कुछ ऐसा ही तो इश्क है,
झूठ कहते हैं वो लोग...
क्योंकि इश्क में हवा भी हम है और हवा का झोका भी...
लेकिन आज हम सिर्फ खड़े हैं....सिर्फ हम।

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As a little girl, I was vulnerable..
With thousands of stories,
Of arms and glories..
I extended myself to pink and flurries.

That gust of wind, rose my consciousness..
I exclaimed 'gee' , and chose ferocious..
Yes, those extended stories, won't finish to flurries!

The stars and the moon, are to someone's boon,,
That someone is me, hence I swoon. .
Fear of victory or fear to loose..
Here I'm, nothing to choose..

No more, I'm a little girl. Yet, too vulnerable..
Pouring my heart at a terrace of someone's storey,
Damsel in distress, penning an unfinished poem!

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She flew to the pinnacle, Rose above the clouds
Looking at the beauty, her wisdom aroused..

Fireflies danced, at the music aloud
Hummed by the crickets and sung by the clouds.

Oh! What a scene, the frog cried aloud!
The thunder bolts filled the fauna with doubt.

Shall we cherish the floating clouds,
Or signal the crickets to get in hide outs!

So is the life full of bouts,
You make it or lose it, again the wisdom shouts!

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So clueless to write,
The irony of the nights.
Spent in the weed,
And acoustic chides.
Dreams approach,
Here to coach.
The foolish of me,
Got drifted to the miles.

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