There is a dream that I'm watching,
There is a dream that I'm writing.
This is the dream of a night,
The dream's night is what I'm writing.
There is a moon that stares at all my dreams.
There is an allurement of confession that seem to unveil itself in the land of my desires.
There is also a suitor who is aware of all my dreams.
There is also a tyrant who rebels against all the customs my dreams.
There is a dream that I'm watching.
There is a dream that I'm writing.
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One day, everyone got a chance to choose their beloved.
The sun took away with it the light,
The moon chose to stay with the stars,
River, went on to mingle with the sea,
The air swirled after aroma,
The sky hugged the clouds,
And love, love held the wrist of WAIT.
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The night has started loving the sun.
They know they can't be together.
One has to drown below the never ending horizon for the other to show up.
The fire has started loving the woods.
They know they can't be together.
For the fire would burn the woods into ashes.
The princess has started loving a sailor.
They know they can't be together.
For the sailor has to sail to the far East with the vouch of never returning back to the kingdom.
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Only because I chose to love her in silence,
The world thinks I don't love her anymore.
Little do the world knows
What the extent of love can be,
The tragedy has been:
To love her, I don't even need her.
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Even the rain came and left
Even the clouds thundered and rained
But for one glimpse of her
Oh Venus, I kept yearning.
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You laid your head upon my chest
My arms encircled you,
It was, My Love, as if we were
What God meant us to be!
I closed my eyes and heard your heart
Your soft smile in my hair,
I'd never felt so whole and safe
Our hearts beating as a pair!
You found my eyes and told me of
A love for me undying,
I kissed your face and knew right then
It was in Heaven we were lying.
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Drunk on the idea that solitude,
And only solitude can end the neverending
War between conscience and intuition!
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When my world starts falling apart, just hold my hands and tell me, "everything will be all right" and see how even the greatest of storm leaves me untouched.
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How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height.
Elizabeth Barret Browning, 1850.
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Your existence whither in every words of mine. You exist, so do my words! I travel through you the corners of the world, the depth of the oceans, the height of the cliff and at last I return to you through the letters I've written to you where my words reside!
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There was what not- an irrecoverably ached heart, a horizon to watch the sun go down, an ocean amidst the oblivion of nothingness, a soul burdened with unending envy, a self created hymn that chanted distress. Yet there was nothing to rely upon!
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The rain just stopped. The sun just shone. The tiny creatures just peeped out of their pot hole. The logged water reflected the image of buildings standing tall since decades. Huge droplets of water trickled down the leaves. And ofcourse humidity took on just like any other afternoon in June.
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The red blood sun, the meet of endless horizon, the chirping birds back to home, the invasion of the stars, the flickering twigs, the winds from the North, the lingering waters, the pebbles that peep up and the sky above.
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Her whisper was like the shower of April, her lips glossed the shine of summer mornings. Her eyes spoke the hymns of spring, her smile instilled the thoughts of December nights! Who knows who she is!
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