Late at night when I wander through our previous chats, I wonder if you also do so..
And even if you do, do you also wish to talk to me again as desperately as I wish to talk to you?
I guess not..

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Wanderings
When you lead me
To the town. To the city
You want me to see
And observe
Material things
With your calculations... .

But you never did
What i want
Never understand those
Feelings when
Before and after the exams
Parents or relative
Waiting for them
Give them blessings
Love... The treasure....

Now i am far away
From that crowd
Now i am in the limited ones
But now i want
My own wanderings
My own Kings. And Queens
They are not like
They have wealth
Than others
They have love respect
Towards me

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Let me go..
unlatch the harness
Let me trust the gravity
weightlessness and air filled lung
embracing fear when the brain goes numb

I cannot fly otherwise
the clouds are calling at me
to dissolve and fall with rain
to flow through streams,rivers and ocean
Let me go..

Let me listen to the stormy evening
calling me to mix in dust of a typhoon
to travel through islands,mountains and sands
to get drifted to unknown lands
Let me go...

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If i keep building
paths around you
to give purpose
to your aimless wanderings
would you come out on the other end
or get lost in the maze?— % &

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In my aimless wanderings,
while everyone was too busy
showing me directions,

You gave me purpose.

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This like a bareheaded mist and behind the rigorous wind to wandering here and there

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You should be thankful when you doesn't lives in any boundaries.

Calls,Texts,Meetups sometimes these all become much more than 7 wonders.
To live by that side of your soulmate.

Appreciate these things daily.
Maybe little but 7 wonders are surrounded by your way.

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All those wanderings you ever had
All those curses you carry in your heart
All those decisions you took hastily
And all those conclusions you made about love

Will vanish in a second
When the right one steps in.

You can feel the pleasure of Victory in your stubborn heart's defeat...
The broken pieces fit to each other
And
It gets the rhythm it was made for to beat.....

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She closes her eyes, as if
to delete him forever
from her memory bank.
Face flushed, eyes holding oceans within. Inhales the acrid air in molten breaths,
"you never said, 'I am yours', how can i ever own and claim that which was never mine to claim", she says quietly, leaving him.

Every time, he leaves. Everytime, she sits alone staring into space.
Everytime: she needs him less.
One day, she will just rise, and follow her footsteps, away from the dense wilderness.
Maybe she will find another sun, to keep her warm and light the fire of her hearth.
No, she does not feel anything.

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Searching ur soul
in the mids of others
minds is not something
which can end ur wanderings
for finding ur individuality!!

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