Even if a printed story put infront of you,
you reading it,
will give you different memories and
someone else reading the same story,
will give them different memories,
only if you both don't just read it
for just the purpose of reading...

If you feel the story...
search something in it...
I'm sure a good story,
even if read many times
will have something different for each person
reading it all over again...

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they sense I'm near my fall,
for they fear, they'll be stuck
in my cold winter, which may last long...

Standing alone after fighting my havoc,
when I'm prepared to welcome my spring,
they would readily appear to gain profits,
with their sugar coated words to cling...

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for the artist of words,
who fail to use brushes and colours,
to paint the bright scenery,

instead they use phrases,
to write those stories and poems,
to show their darkest memory...

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"Rememoir''

A colour that could make me remember you,
a colour, which contains all our memories embed in it,
Perhaps it could be a different yet an unidentified blue,
a colour, which could really have hope and despair both together in a misfit...

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''Goodbye for ever & Forever”

from then on, I remind myself again,
does ending something with 'Goodbye',
will it ever restrain the meaning of 'Forever'
which is meant for something being endlessly longer...

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Being, a poet, myself was not enough for my heart & mind,
for it searched in others, what was somehow missing in mine,
perhaps someday, while reading them, I could find pain of similar kind...

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let it remain broken,
for some habitually made mistakes,
let not your pretty heart be mistaken...

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"And I say my heart longs
to belong in another destiny,
which is being happening somewhere
in different yet parallel world,
where I'm exactly not me,
yet being myself differently..."

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yearning for a lonely life, hereafter
for within those fragile arms,
lay no more warmth to provide anchor,
for just a few moments of solace,
our forever hidden amour feels rancor...

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My Dear,
"Every time you hope to make preparations,
in hopes that it would become a reason,
for you to hold back from moving forward,
abandoning the very life of love and affection...

Would you let yourself free from tangles,
Let it flow, like the river through your heart,
Learn to love again and do it just from start,
though you got a heart to be loved once,
I hope you can give the same love in abundance...

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