The serene sessile sun sets right in your arms,
Withered willows weep without your charms.
I pledge pleasing my pensive morrow—
For you to love me in madness and sorrow.

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There’s times, when you’ve a lavish dormitory
But you choose to sleep alone waiting-
Waiting for the warm hands running through your back,
Those hands that have saved many fallen angels!

There’re thousands of them standing for you
Holding candles burning unfaithfully-
Yet you, longing for those eyes looking at you mesmerised,
Those eyes that have seen falling charcoal from the sky!

The body of yours, touched by many enchanters
Practising their rituals extracting thy soul-
And you hold still, waiting naked amidst one hundred candles,
Waiting for your soul to be endeavoured by the Apollyon!

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__The last song__

I thought he died—
Of mourning for the fault in him,
What was his fault when they betray him?
For the living-dead of his soul,
Will they sing him a last song?

He was not afraid of the dark.
The nocturnal entity that lived in him was shy,
Was he shy, for letting his eyes burn?
With the tears of victory,
Will they sing him a last song?

He was not dead—
For giving away all his life to them,
Did they deserve, a worrier’s heart?
Who smiled at his hanging corpse,
Will they sing him a last song?

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वो इश्क ही क्या, जो पागल ना करदे...
— % &

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___The Bond of Love___

Love is not chosen by many,
Yet we don't fear to love.
At times we might lose hope,
And at times we might won.

Ever wondered, why stars always twinkle?
They tell us to shine even in the dark.
That is what love is-
It creates a beautiful mark.

Flowers can change many hands,
Yet truth can be one.
Drunken in love are many but-
The real love always won.

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Am I too harsh to love?
The serene wave pulls back too deep,
Seeing me playing with the sand.
Yet, my sand castle stands still,
Unharmed and unbroken.
Love written in the sky fell down as rain.
Not on me, on my everlasting breathes.
I smiled and the sky grew darker.

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The painting that you made on my soul lasted till I breathe for more...

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Tangling my fingers
in your scented hair,
Passionately caressing 'em
with a periodic fear.
Lips little pinkish
says the time is near,
Engaged the rings
and bottles to cheer.

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Beautiful, everything that you touch in haze.
Awestruck, your words drive me in maze.
I'm dissolved again completely though,
In every beautiful nightmares I share with you.

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it's not the
world you see
lookin' into
my eyes,
it's you that
i reflect as
the world
for 'em.

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