May this sultry summer solace you by being the prototype of last requiem to your lost love

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In the world of love
where poets are writing
the verses of affection ,
I too, have written
a song for you .

Would you mind ,
reading your own requiem ?

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I wondered how and when can I tell u...
There is so much beyond the three magical words... Emotions mixed up -
Waiting, gushing up and down like seismic waves.
Flooding ,the whole existence..
For time is ticking, I feel is tricking me
I feel the days shorter, nights longer and dark now lost its appeal...
I wait for its time... time to leave -
For you made my days alive, veins gushing and I felt the warmth of blood .
I felt to be with you was Heaven so I fear no Hell now ...
I was with my Angel, so scare of death is no more a Devil ...it's trumpet sounds lighter
As your lyrics still ring in my ear.
So before the night puts off it's light wake up once again...
The sky hued with blue and gray
I don't need sunshine today ,as -
I started loving your rain.

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Long after the curtains drawn
Still my requiem plays on
And I cascade in the floating ether
Unsure if I'm gone

Some dreams that I dreamt
Few songs that I played
And the butterflies in my closet
Why they have to mourn

Comes ashore my floatsam
Wrecked as that might be
All I behold, none I hold
It was just bodegón

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Requiem of dream
(Caption)

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"Requiem of her mirth"

It took a while for Mrs. Sen to realise and settle for the agony she was gifted. Her womb blessed her with a daughter, but not until the age of 5 she realised that she is mentally challenged. Her world turned grey as her only child stood incompatible with the world. She was laughed at when all she wanted was to see her child in joviality.Her tempestuous motherly emotions were eating her as she gazed her child failing at the things that other children excelled. Until the day she found a drawing book at the table on her return from work. She rolled down the pages overlooking some failed sketches, only to find a sketch of her face beautifully carved on the white sheet with the words written on broken handwriting "Suhana loves Maa" That night her eyes twinkled with mirth as she held the portrait close to her heart .

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A lot of things going on inside the head
Trying for the new, discarding the old for a change
Feels like playing a requiem
Because it's like landing in a different but new age

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A DEPARTED MELODY
When people become memories,
Their voice echo- berserk and free.
Tears falling like autumn's leaves,
I wish to reverse time's fleeting breeze.
They're gone, but their legacy remains,
Forever etched
In my heart's sweet pains.

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Requiem for a Dream!

you came out of nowhere
and loved him asif there
was no tomorrow, then
you left him with a whole
lot of sweet memories
and a little bit of sorrow;
and you returned again
just to take them away!

in that great void you
left him all alone,
with a tinge of pain
and emptiness,
he became whole again;
through all the sadness
he found his peace and thus
you set him free again!

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