white and light
my love' recite,
poems of your absence
and your presence.
with creeping silence
and utter cadence,
you arrive in me
with hymns
of craving love.
to see you dressed in wait
to meet your eyes so awake
to caught a glimpse of you
to meet your beats so true.

//a wish to see you soon//

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Close your eyes and
feel the hymn of time,
so far unheard, amidst the chaos,
created by the mechanical humans.

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She made
Music,
In accordance,
To how
She felt.
Joyous tunes,
Turned painful;
When
She was sad.
Melancholic ones,
Resulted
To healing;
When she
Was glad.
Whichever
Melody,
Whatever
Its lyrics--
Fully melded,
With her
Emotions;
For she sang,
With her heart--
With her soul.

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Amidst nature's carol, in spring
I feel lost in thy melliferous tone
Heartbeats chant hymn for love

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I could've written
How the moonlight
Played with her
Hairs in the wake
Of the night,
or about the
Symphony Created
with just an
upward crescent
Of her lips
Or about
the voyage
her saffron eyes
Lends every sailor
To carry upon,

But I chose
To sit back
and gaze,
Instead of doing
any of the aforementioned;

Maybe the poet in me
Was vanquished
By a true lover
Admiring a piece of beauty
Beautifying every cell
of his own existence!

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I was artificially shaped by suffering and strength. Still I'm the whole universe everyone dying to know. I m so good as hymn yet with hot blooded and monstrous deed. I am a dream slaughtered for the core of a survival...

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Every hymn reminds me of him .

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