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You think that I don’t love you, Well that makes my heart so very sad My love for you if measured, Could go round the universe and distant galaxies time and time again, My love for you could fill every
If someone says good days will come I welcome But feel that mine is in-depth a shy welcome For that great concept all have to be in everything good Peruse individually elements of goodness we should Everyone must decide to
Once I went upon a time On tender foot down a far fled lane A tangled haunt of yesterdays astray Long was my hunt for a fondness or A certain door A value or an anchor For a ship to
Helpless I found that coquetry personified before me And resign to me without any excuse whatever,she Seeing my trepidation, He is so much in trance– The famous crazy lover forgot his uproar in love perchance I am affiliated with Exclusive
With fondness I recall love that was: Lyrical like the breeze that kisses my forehead, That tanned my skin is pleasant warmth! With drums and tantrums they celebrated the union of two souls, And then the matriarchs spurned the love
Her scent wafts alongside her and sinks into my heart; For I have become fixated, by a desire for her touch. She was glorious and overpowering, from the very start; I am hooked and addicted to her love; she is
Our first meeting was a coincidence, I was attracted by her sweet innocence. The great life awarded me a new company, She is priceless, such people aren’t many. Few days later, I got in contact with her, There was something
They have always been together Holding close, that fondness for each other Be it for a soapy shower And drying themselves on a blower Or resting as and when in their Box- bed Like some lovebirds newly wed Life for
I open my eyes trying to pull- in his sweetness closer. And as his laughter darts away- I wake up to reality’s punchline. Time may have set us apart- but here I am lost and clueless. As he speaks words
How do you feel? Is a question I hate No point explaining; you cannot relate I don’t want to talk I don’t want to share You could be sincere I really don’t care What’s on your mind? another bad line
She rocks the stage with elan Speaking not much with her clan Music her soul her heart Hands always moving like a work of art Strumming with fourths eighths and sixteenths Counting 1234 in patterns of beats Never a count
The fondness and affection which I always came to give, Has now gone away, simply ceases to exist, My mind is now contained by a deep and heavy mist- Cant concentrate on others, nothing more I have to give, My
Poem Dedicated To My Father Late Moinuddin Hasan–An Ideal Teacher- BEFORE TEACHERS’ DAY Moinuddin was his name,eloquent, which means— One who is an aide to faith and for that weens He lost his father when only six months and mother,
I feel jealous to cast a glance on it On my deprivation, brooding, I sit I feel something lacks somewhere in me What made her simply a devotee? My rival she dotes upon Mainly from dusk to dawn Lonely I
The skies are grey, why don’t I say hey The skies are purple and we’re kissing in front of people The skies are pink and I say I love you in a blink The skies are red, I invite you
There are no profound thoughts Lurking in wait Biding a moment Of introspection Analysis and conclusion Life’s pages are lived On a daily wage Of bearable work Endurable enjoyment Surmountable aftertaste Of egoistic flights Contained for the day By compliance
You put on the keys, Check the gear, And your hands are on the wheel, Which you are about to steer. Your eyes are on the road ahead, Your hands are steady still. Driving is your passion, For you, it
Today I heard her say something very beautiful, I wanted to tell her but instead I tugged at my heart and shut it up. The greedy spirit wrenched of its riches? Ridiculous. It’s easier this way, trapping them deep. Words,
In the tropical section of the Earth, There stays a transient period. Brimful of relief and silence, that thresholds peace to any and all living blood. Then the commitment reverses, and brings a modest scuffle. After a prolonged omnipresent silence,
I tried my best I tried so hard I gave you my all And now only this soul is whats left You stole my heart And now you have broken it into two I just don’t know what to do
In pinnate physicals, the thing, moves like a stark terror savagely. A primal fear takes over, because dead don’t speak. The bullet had passed through chest. Mutiny of dumb dandelions, lipless voices in the sea of madness. Search for a
Roses are red Violets are blue My day wasn’t perfect And neither were you I fell to the ground I scraped my knee I dropped my books I caught my headphones I missed the bus My phone died I bombed
I knew no gracious men in the city of my torment. They lacked knowledge, could not see I existed. I stared ahead focusing on my thoughts, memories, All I longed to accomplish. Trampled upon by them, determined, I changed my
While melting-down he was going to cheat the death. So be it, bribing the inevitable. In search of me, you and self, life was coming to an end. Standing on sharp edge he wanted to go back to beginning of
Deep into her eyes you stare The gateway to her soul Will it show her true emotion Can you be sure of her honest intention? Deep into her soul you glare Feeling her raw essence of meaning Can you look
I write For one last time Not for anyone But for me To express thoughts Feelings Emotions Everything Spilled out on a blank page And to write all that comes to mind The struggles And the happiness The thoughts pour
If you walk straight under the shadow of moon, to the salt lake death will blow a long whistle. Everything was ruined in war of words. There was no peace in the heart, even after meditation, the mind drove for
During the talk on love and life My friend, he ended the conversation With a conclusion ‘One who want to be a real poet Should have a pure heart But one who needs to be a committed lover Should have
The air whirled around in circles. Dried leaves whistled beneath my feet. Something was trying to delay me. Something strange was afoot. Rain started to drip, drip, drip. Then torrents down on my face. I was surely getting the message.
I got a postcard in this morning. “Those who believes in me will live even though they die. John 11: 25, 25 death anniversary of our mom Elizabeth and 10 th anniversary of our dad J R Snake man. We
One may have lower IQ but his convincing capacity can make the listener lose a bit of his own IQ One may have higher IQ but lack of his self confidence can result in utter failure to convince the listener
I turned,by chance you raised your eyes and two worlds that never met saw the other side both wondering who’s that that froze my time both pondering what was that that caught the mind we realised our wants were the
A home is a place of protection when there are precipitations, a place to cool off from the scorching sun. A place to warm up when it is chilly a place to hide in windy time, a place to seek
Well once in a lifetime someone comes along Like an angel sent from Heaven to bring you Out of the darkness and gives a new meaning To your dreams… Well and it’s now I know I am a better person
You may not know my name But we are friends just the same You have watched over me While in my sleep You have watched over me While in thought so deep You’ve been with me from The day I
There is no pain, Like the pain you feel, When your child is in pain. The pain of: a broken arm, A broken heart, a wounded soul; Pain comes in many guises. You would gladly be in pain yourself, Or
I love her hair, And that skin, so fair… I am enamoured by Her Voice, And those divine eyes…. I am consumed by Her smile, And that inimitable style… I am smitten with Her walk, And the way she talks…
In her beauty my beloved is the luster of morning of Eid Perfect is she rest is the luster of morning of Eid Infuse thy radiance in its system THERE As it is being put in order the luster of
It does not take Long for Nature to Reveal her other Face. Does not take Long for a Gentle breeze to Turn into a Raging hurricane; Does not take Long for the Distant lightning to Strike with million volts; Does
Path taken, not the end, End taken, not a real road to travel, The path taken, not the best, Change the path, again, Darkness rings the bell again, The light from the lighthouse missing again, The caravan goes again, Path