heartbreaks.
The emotions are at high stakes.
To take a pinch of salt in lieu of sugar,
A tough overwhelming trigger.
Not everyone has the same strength,
Expensive is unrequited love's rent.
It cannot be measured like currency,
Lover does not exhibit insurgency.
The softness of the moon,
Madness, could mean doom.
Good news!
The focus today is not just love,
The phase of crescent romance,
Moon fumbles in a poetic plough.

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The parcel,
Of all hurts I wrapped,
Kept it on the table,
Tied a strong string.
Lessons learnt tag, I clapped,
They can't emotionally disable,
Crafted into lyrics to sing.

Released them happily,
As a divine offering.
Inviting better energies,
An inevitable, clutter clearing.

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the words flow so lovingly.
I know it's a bond true,
The heart beats affectionately.

Even as I pen these lines,
I am glad as glad can be.
Swirling the ink in rhymes,
Spilling nectar as the queen bee.

When I write about you,
I always glow up anew.

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Don't say, I wanted to help you swim,
Across the high tides and storm,
But I was lost in searching,

I can sense, you are lying.
No worries, I crossed without dying.

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someone who doesn't want to be saved?

Most of the times, excuses are self paved.
The freedom seems risky and chained seems better,
A kind of comfortable security, to taste the known bitter.
Sweet feels diabetic and saving the soul, don't bother.
You can't force.
Turn away, that's better.

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That need to step back,
Stay away from everything,
See things as shown,
white and black,
A kind of calm retiring.

Not in any kind of race,
Away from material baits.
Place self in His divine grace,
Learn to have implicit faith
and accept waits.

That need to be sane,
In the wake of all ups and downs.
Stop, sink in the mind's rain,
Be a verb amidst nouns.

Being authentic and true,
Working on enriching self.
Good actions accrue,
Tuning to self help.

A life lived well and genuine,
Harmony to breathe attune.

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What is poetry?

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Is not of space.
It’s when,
we feel nothing,
no feelings,
no connection,
no vibe,
nothing in common,
Empty Emotionally.

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Intuitions, emotions and empathy,
Wrapped in dreamer's dreamworld.
Made way to an inexplicable ecstacy,
Like a magical flag unfurled.

A flight towards a clear expansive sky,
With wings of poetry.
Heart pulsates in joy,
Like sight of delicious dish when hungry.

A bundle of flesh and blood,
Breathing in immense love.
With pen feelings flood,
Stitch verses flowing from above.

Creator and the creation merge,
In unison, symphonic as one emerge.

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there's no set manual.
We have varying strife,
distinct fire and fuel.

No two lives are exactly same,
our journey is our own.
Comparison is so lame,
like gossip from comfort zone.

All we can do is create,
ripples in water called life.
Live meaningful to date,
Break barriers king size.

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