The petals of her eyes were seeking his sight!
Through the horizontal roads-
Which could make them reunite!
When the Sun went down or in a dark phase of moon!
Frosty winter, mid-summer, even at the end of monsoon!

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WHERE YOU WERE FOUND:

The Sun is shining today;
Looks like your glinting eye.
Moon will be blushing tonight;
Blossoming a fondness by embracing the sky.

Autumn leaves are falling to the ground.
In slo-mo, with a gentle swishing sound.
Feeling the air that blows those hair around.
Adoring the panorama, where you were found.

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Their indifference towards her gave her the utmost liberty.
She found no bond of affection which could bind her with reality.
So, she started flying in her self-created sky.
Amidst of shadows; there was light in her own eye.

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ETERNAL:

You're getting magnificent day by day;

Like a bunch of gradient tulips in the May.

Like the art of curving sculpture using clay.

Like a mellow tone of piano that I used to play.

You're getting youthful day by day.

I believe in spirituality of being immortal,

As you'll always remain eternal God in my essay.

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FEEL ME IN YOUR LOVE TONIGHT:

Under the dancing moon;
I'm falling for your love tonight.

Holding the shooting stars;
We'll brighten up the sky tonight.

Singing the song of love;
Our love is warmer in this coldest night.

Feeling the roaring soar;
Your eyes are giving the deepest insight.

Shrouded by the mystic mist;
Mystery lies within your cold-glistening sight.

Shievering in frosty fizz;
Don't let me go, feel me in your love tonight.

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There was glimmer in those dark eyes,
Which were concealed from everyone.
Dead roses were blooming on the bed of lies,
Cherishing the shadow under the rotten sun.

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WELCOME BACK :

Enjoying your changing colours; Black,blue,green,neon.
Shady wood, brighten sky;
Just like a chameleon.
Listening to those untruth words,
Seems like a poetic play.
A colourful player, a dramatic hero;
Welcome back to my ironic essay!

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HAPPY ENDING :

It's time to freeze all of your reasonings in my frozen nucleus.
I've demolished my visual illustrations, as I found you fictitious.
The warm,tender cell of heart has started cooling inside.
Lost the pseudo debate in a peaceful resolution,
Inhaled and sighed!

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SONG OF MIDNIGHT :


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TINY LOVE STORY OF NIGHT AND AROMATIC NATURE :

The graceful night was falling in love with a divine fragrance of nature.

A dull phase of night made her realize that the celestial aroma is nothing but a stranger.

The morality of night made her isolate from the irresistible aromatic nature.

Some snow particles were accumulating silently to transform the night into a glacier.

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