Monthly Archives: November 2017

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literary bliss

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You don’t know the pleasure it gives

to have number of likes on the posts

though I wish those likes to be real

so as to judge the standard of writing

you won’t realize the level of satisfaction

one gets from the comments of the people

But I wish those comments were lengthier

To make me easily realize their genuineness

I wish the chain of comments never end

I wish taking them, longer than the posts

To follow or not to follow is not the question

one-Way follow or why to follow is important

extent of happiness, the depth of contentment

degree of delight, the magnitude of enjoyment

the effect of these outputs is inadvertently same

for the writers, literary bliss is the final aim

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my dreams

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God! give me that one needle

that can knit beatiful dreams

the one that can create loops

loops of intermeshing emotions

stiched beautifully to perfection

perfect to the desired fantasies

fantacies that make me feel real

without the fear of ripping out

fear can make fall the dreams

like vulnerable castle of sand

I may again suddenly be awake

leaving absolutely nothing with me

with my achy eyes wide open

awaiting yet another opportunity

to dream again and become alive

as the dreams are in my breath

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the nest of love

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I can see a sense of hidden withdrawal

And I sense something beyond the sight

either there is something terribly wrong

or something that is not principally right

but feelings are not slaves to such situations

they emerge out of something really pleasant

you may try to suppress them all forcefully

vigorous emotions may pop out of remnant

there is nothing right or wrong in love code

the unique nest of love has its set of rules

you keep what makes you happier and joyous

those who withdraw due to fear are love fools

all that found loving cannot be always owned

for God has spread the exquisiteness all around

feel the warmth of love and accept all its forms

as when you want love, it can’t be readily found

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The atmospheric conditions

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don’t force me to say yes always

don’t build that uncalled pressure

you appear to be a careless free bird
But I am under atmospheric pressure
Our tropospheric conditions are ripe
There are gusts, thunder and storms
I find it difficult to stay calm
As I undergo disturbances of all forms
You wish an Ionospheric relationship
Where the forces of attraction are high
But I prefer a stratospheric background
Where the uniform temperatures lie
How do we make the atmosphere conducive
To let our love like aeroplane fly smooth
To prevent it from reaching the exosphere
To prevent it from dying an unnatural death