You are always with me -the true essence of LOVE !

You are always with me  the true essence of LOVE ! short poem

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“Its wrong to say that
You are not with me,
You come in different canvas
Much closer than what you were earlier with me !

The murmur sound of leaves in this night
Has a touch of yours,
The shining moon in this night
Abjures me into yours !

Leave your ‘self-ego’
as you are not what you are,
We will meet at that place
where souls meet at boulevard !

Feel the essene of ‘LOVE’ in your own self
Become connected with your ‘self’,
Love has no bondages
It’s the feeling of ecstasy with one-self !!”

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"Freedom from spirit, Writing is my forte 'Language' is my way, Eclecticism is in my race!!" -Abhinav nom de plume 'Alligator ' / ' NAV 'I am an amateur poet in Urdu and english and my tilt for poetries developed in the tender age of youth! I am Partner at KANKS Legal Services India Pvt. Ltd., a full service Law Firm at Noida & studied from NLU .Whenever I find time and my inner silence, i write poetries as a tool for sheer meditation ! Travelling, music and reading books about theology, politics, history, law etc etc are my other hobbies!!
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