Not a love letter

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Midnight and the moonlight : amazing amalgam..
Here I m, staring at them..
And having your favorite, chocolate coffee.
And my love, The Balvenie...
The only difference is now..
You are among those twinkling stars..
And I m in this populated crowd...

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I think a lot, I over think over and over,
Go miles, cross seas,
But it ends up thinking of you.

I hear a lot, listen a lot,
But did you just call my name?
Yeah, it keeps me sane .

I wander a lot, and will wander and get lost,
But by the end I will be exhausted,
Will come back to my home, to you.

Will you welcome me with your arms open?

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Morning good


Sun smilingly shining bright in the merry blue sky,
Looks like someone is having a good morning, let's not ask why!
Let's at least wish each other so or not maybe ,
Don't stare like its vacant, oh! you better sleep.


Standing in the crowd, among the crowd or all alone,
Any difference do you notice?
Moments of inertia and timely squeeze makes obvious presence of mass of body,
with or without soul, isn't that we all are oddly.


No wonder yesterday was exhausting, today is also going to be.
Partially sleeping or definitely,
With lips parted or eyelids ,yells the warcry .
But our daydreams are sipping on their morning tea, while waiting for the commonsense to arrive.


Do I see a smiling awakened smiling face?
The screen in her front is making her face beam.
Maybe she received a good morning message from her beloved or maybe her salary is in.
Who cares, I myself feeling drowsy, let me sleep..

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This time promised not to burn crackers,
Not to cause air pollution.
But here look at me,
Burning my lungs out,
Drawing masterpiece with the smoke.

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THE MIDNIGHT.


Clock strikes at the tower,
announcing the arrival of 12am.

Goes a raven carefree,
Stumbling on her feet,
Wrapped in fiery red fabric,
Holding worn out stilettos in one hand,
Other is busy drawing patterns in the space.

Her tripping over a step
Screams a sob story.
Maybe she lost something or someone dear,
Or maybe her job or her innocence.
But there she goes finding her way back.

Again the clock strikes,
Announcing the departure of an hour.

It's me being creepy or
Is the cat who is going to get killed by curiosity.
Or feeling sorry for a life.
Following someone is not a ladylike,
But not doing appears too difficult.

Her cursing sings her melancholy,
Oh dear life wait!!
Where does it disappear?
It's me again hallucinating Or
I just glimpsed a ghost of my past!

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Can you love me enough
to make me forget
about having my revenge?

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Some people will be there like a paragraph ,
short journey but great lesson,
Some will be like a comma,
just to put a pause to your flow,
and that's annoying.
But altogether it will be a best seller,
Coz it's yours after all.

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Me. Coz it's summer vacation.
I m staying at home.

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BEST FEELING EVER. (POEM)


Sitting beside the window in a train,
Not shutting the window when rains,
Best feeling ever.

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