Apologizing to the words
as 'Mere Words' I say.
The sweetness they hold
but deep down venom they convey.

The words that fills my soul,
The words with poems I write
The words they all said,
and the words they couldn't abide.

The flattery and praises,
promises, "Forevers" and emotions.
Where did they all escaped?
The words conspired in devotion.

The words they couldn't spill out,
The words that made their throat dry.
The words that lost the worth,
Lack of words, revealing cowardness in their eyes.

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Like the morning sun of winter,
chasing away the coldness.
Spreading warmth of love,
clearing my garden of mess.
The garden planted for else,
Slaughtered,ravaged, uproot .
Wrecks and ruins laid in pieces,
you came peeping through the woods.
With you the buds came back,
flourishing oasis from ransack.
Pious aroma, rays of zeal,
The sunshine that twings could heal.

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Written beyond the lining of clouds,
up above the stars and moon.
Ahead of illusions and coincidences,
it's a story to be happened soon.

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Days I held back the pen,
bulk in the clouds remain.
Outburst isn't backed by tears,
this broke pain and fears.
Stressed shoulders felt heavy,
The sky seemed not naive but savvy.
For me, took the time aside,
promises to myself, will abide.
For the words can't be said,
I choose my forbidden pen instead.

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She is a Moon with shine and scars
but he settled for a sky full of stars.

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चांद,
जो दुनिया को चमकता हुआ दिखता है,
अक्सर खुद अंधेरों में रहता है।

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She is a flower
which faces storms
who had broken norms.
even rain she held harsh and rough,
sun she faced dark and tough,
and days with clouds dark,
she kept a smile opposite stark.
Days when sky had no sunlight,
she kept her roots firm and tight.
And during Autumn when all leaves left,
she was calm with patience at best.
She made friends with butterflies and bees,
saw sides that no one can see.
While Rainbow shone in sky,
she laughed aloud,arms spreading by
sprinkling happiness and love around,
same time she is blissful and profound.
she doesn't need spring to blossom,
all seasons she is blessed and awesome.

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I may write on anything,
for what we share, I go blank.
Mind goes vacant,
my heart plays pranks.
It is so intricate to say,
feelings blossomed yet barren.
Full of giggles and dismay,
quite deja vu,but maiden.

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Deleting your chats
Deleting your photos
Deleting your memories.

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Love is a beautiful Utopia.

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