Life was like an empty carousel,
On the silent streets, standing bare.
Until you stopped to turn it on,
Filling the void with love and care.

The soul is again illuminated,
The fairy lights flickering bright.
Tides of emotions have started forming,
As my eyes caught your sight.

Let's now get lost in each other,
The dreadful days have come to an end.
Pull me towards you like a lover,
Allow me in you to get blend.

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You and I
In this rattling carousel
Headed towards naught.
My heart in your hand
And yours in mine;
A zooming kaleidoscope
Of colors and stars
In our eyes.
A tiny nudge towards the left
And we'll both drown;
A simple "Yes"
And we'll surely fly.

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I drew a dream in my head,
Which was dark & deep,
You came like a nerd,
Making it to the red,
Which defined the dawn,
Teaching me the hope,
As everything will come again,
Just like a carousel,
Rounding around a point,
At some circumference,
To make it stable.

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I am burning out,
the days stretch long,
each hour like the last,
a carousel of somber colors,
the vibrant hues faded to gray...

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Starry night loomed above
With clusters of faint/bold light
Tenderly igniting my heart
Gazing at midnight canvass Blue
Sweet balmy breeze blew
Stealing my every thought
My carousel of worries I forgot
Heavenly stars and crescent moon
Get caught in my eyes' harpoon
What else can I ask for?
What else can I ask for?

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Carousel

I cup my voice
and cusps of my
rotating heart
sway to the vertigo
of the moment.
diametrically
opposite
to each other,
we're clasping
onto the carousel
but moving tangentially
apart.

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When Carousel Love wind
passes through
the front side of our eyes
Feels like Bypass Surgery
going on in our heart

When that wind about to going
Observes till the end of his shirt

Love is that feeling
Beyond our imagination

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life is like a carousel
never stop turning

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Riding on stationary horses we rush into the wind,
Assuming a race, that never started;
And no finish line.

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My past personal baggage, source node of internal erosion; wish I could leave it behind, like unclaimed luggage, on an airport carousel.

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