A longing in the heart
that shows through the eyes,
Love is the birth of a heart,
But I say demise.

Your eyes beg for my face,
But somewhere else it shines.
They say love is the only truth,
But it's a lie.

You might die for me someday,
And I won't wet my eyes.
Love is invaluable today,
Only death is the price.

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तिरे मुताबिक भी जी लेता मिरे दोस्त,
मैं मगर कच्ची मिट्टी का बना था।

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इक रोज़ आरज़ू थी गुज़र जाने की,
हमने चुप चाप रात गुज़र जाने दी।

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When you write a line,
explaining another line,
you have wasted both the lines.

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I'm writing a nineteen word story.
Still incomplete. For you count wrong.
As they are just seven teen.

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Everyday I sit on this bench.— % &Everyday it's half empty.— % &Everyday it waits for you.— % &Everyday I wait for you.— % &Everyday you look at us from behind the tree.— % &Everyday I believe that one day you will come and sit beside me.— % &One day, when you finally decide to come out and sit here.
Do bring something sweet.
And some cigarettes.— % &Because I like sweet smoke. And sweet you.— % &One day we'll sit together here and talk about all the random things.— % &One day, I will stop writing. And start talking, to you.— % &

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I stopped flapping my wings, midflight,
For I had faith in my maker.

He didn't come down to catch me,
For he had faith in his making.

I died, he cried, atheists smiled,
And faith was called insanity.— % &

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They fell for each other.
He had to go away.
Love never failed, remained Godly.
Radha and Krishna blessed Vrindavan.— % &

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