Poetry
I was standing there at my window, watching the crowd below,
With different faces and curious eyes moving to and fro
Some in a hurry as they were getting late
While some lying freely as they had enough time to waste
Some begging at the roadside for a single penny
With others having no space to keep money
There were people seen dying with hunger
While others wasting money on fast ...
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17th November 2011 , Dallas USA
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First petals of rose,
The glistening pearls in molded shells
The tired limbs and powerless mold
The twinkling sound of bells
The tireless nights of pain
The long wait of the dawn
The first special movements of you,
The lonesome walks in the lawn.
The tiring mornings and expecting walls,
The soundless whispers and fresh breaths,
The loud caresses and silent talks,
Dreams are countless stretched in lengths.
The scent of flower and fresh blossoms
The soft ...
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10th October 2011 , Vancouver Canada
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The soft silent nights
The quiet silent tears
The gentle velvet caresses
The bliss is eternal and everlasting
It might be blind,
It might be blindfolded,
It might darken the spirits
But the bliss is eternal and everlasting
The beginning is hard
The journey is uncertain
Faith is stiff and unmoving,
The bliss is eternal and everlasting
The last promise became the first
The first became the final
Cometh the hour, he returned
The bliss is ...
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30th September 2011 , Vancouver Canada
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Fascinating are the ways of life
You will be a man’s wife
Yet you have no fear,
Tomboys from Down South are here.
Captured wings in small casts
Craving for freedom that lasts
Broken with the most tender touch
With the desire to fly so much.
The worst of nightmares are gone
The mornings are prettier than dawn
Shining through like a knight’s armor
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