A POEM UNHEARD

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And the next time we collide
will we hold hands? fall again;
or fall apart?

Would you think that
we are meant to meet
or to seperate?

Would you wonder
about the possibility of an alternate reality
where we work out?

Or would you like to erase
every verse that holds
the mere possibility of us
being together?

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WHITE DREAMS

A galaxy filled with dreams,
And we dream to die.
We want to be a bird,
See if we can fly.

We, with our faded dreams.
Do we let them go?
Present is a barren field.
Or is it the white snow?

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If you hold me today,
I shall melt: like ice melts from all the warmth on your hand.
I shall collapse: just how a sand castle collapses on a waves' touch.
I shall wait for you,
Like the dandelions wait for the wind to sway it away.

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And what if every encounter was an opportunity
to transform to a greater reality?

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They asked for patience;
I waited
to realise,
"Time is never right,
you make it right. "

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Poems on your lap,
Kisses on your lips.
Oh, the glimpses I paint,
That will eventually fade.

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Together

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Ik kissa tha aisa bhi,
Hum bhi kisse likha karte the.
Hisso mein nahi,
Poori poori jia karte the.

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