"Laterns on tree"
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On distant edges of soul,
On road of golden bricks,
An adorable tree inwrougth
by glittering laterns,
decorated wind blowing
harmony of laterns making
different stages of symphony,
Hanging laterns on branches of tree,
Electrifying it like million of stars shines,
Enamoured hearts by flickering of lambency,
This fascinate and magnetize souls,
That tree attracts all those staring eyes,
And laterns start leaving behind glow
of thousand lights,-
"Mist of million droplets"
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In the mist of droplets with air,
Dispersion By rays of sunset,
Spreads fondness with mystic
temperament,
Somewhere in the fog printing mash
With devotion towards nature,
hide the glow in the fog somewhere,
hate wrap within the mask of mist,-
The one who is not ready
to write about fondness,
was the one who filled multiple
pages with the hue of love.-
The same moon which shines implicitly from the sky,
shimmers in pride while dancing on ocean.-
The only sin,
heart forced to do
and the only sin
which can't be lustrate,
Fondness !-
This world is fond of talking,
But you should always and only listen to my voice.-
What should I do
about this fondness
about this love
and about these cravings
which are constantly
calling you to be
by my side.-
Epitome
The epitome of our love
can be found
in the pieces of my poetry.
Since each word describes
my fondness towards you.-
Fondness is like a beauty filter.
When you begin to adore
someone for some reason,
you begin to filter the way you
see what they create or
what they do.
When reality begins to hit,
and you realize what you shaped
in your head is far from the reality,
you are left disappointed.
You accuse, they have changed.
You turn bitter.
Truth is, nobody changed in
this scenario. Only truth has
been uncovered. Painting a
rainbow with black and white
was your choice, being black
and white was never their vice.-