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  • Sun-Filled Eyes

    I don’t know What pulls me Towards you But each time I look into your Sun-filled eyes I feel I am home

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  • Changing Times

    Changing Times

    Suddenly a strong wind comes And takes all things in a sway The clouds of unhappiness linger With moments bereft and far away The people whom I knew and loved Now I feel have changed much But people say, its me who’s changed And not the world as such Things change with changing times And…

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  • Cracked

    Some words don’t make it to your lips Some cracks never heal Some voices remain trapped in the throat Some tears dry as they fall

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  • A Distant Memory

    A Distant Memory

    The pitter-patter of the raindrops outside my window has been constant for some time now. With sleepy eyes, I look out of the windowpane that is splattered with little droplets of water. The nearby tree and its yellow flowers make a beautiful impression on the beads of water and it looks like a bright floral…

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  • Annihilation

    Stolen glances Lingering looks Skipped heartbeats Fervent breaths A brush of fingers Annihilation

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  • A Dream

    A Dream

    The road seems long With clouds of dust around I thirst for haven But to this place I am bound My heart wants to sing But the words are all lost Voices of distant times Seem blurred in the frost I run and run and run But get lost in the fog With no one…

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  • C’est La Vie

    C’est La Vie

    I stand as a silent spectator and observe the ever-changing dynamics around. Circumstances and people, both, can change at a pace faster than you can sometimes keep up to. New faces replace the old ones, ditto with relationships. A faint memory still tries to keep alive the blissful moments, in times of desperate redresses. The…

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  • Autumn

    Just like the orange of the leaves Autumn lingers on……

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  • Dichotomy

    Dichotomy

    The soft glow of ember, still has the hints Of the gashing fire it once was The cold ash lies damp with the soul of the dying flame I once created a universe which lies today with hopes Of resurrecting again like a phoenix I have the serenity of the zephyr And the rage of…

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