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cloud of memories

the clouds of your memories are inside my mind

whenever I wish I close my eyes to relish, rewind

 my heart is painted with your true colour marker

and when I crave for you this cloud gets even darker

then the gloom lets it pour down with full vigour

the heart is satiated surpassing the emotional rigour

the way is paved again for clear sky with expectation

but heat of fondness evaporates the determination

and the cloud starts taking the shape in the streams

it gleefully gives birth to the ray of sunshine dreams

those dreams never let cloud of memories disappear

how can a lovable heart remain so hollow and meager

the memories are jewels of the heart that may survive

and they are our traditional testimony of being alive

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poetry personified

words falling short in expressing her

the keyboard shedding all its keys

the tongue exhausting to its limits

the heart and mind resting in peace

she is a natural poetry personified

with each of the verses so dignified

the spirit and essence down to earth

each of the words showing its worth

decency imbibed deep in character

words flowing with sheer eloquence

a distinct emblem of nascent innocence

a unique symbol of pristine elegance

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my real existence

as you move forward in your life

I will be surging along with you

there may be crossroads noticed

I will be swaying along with you

the path to success is not so smooth

I will be heaving along with you

that is not the limit of togetherness

I keep pitching, yawing and rolling

to ensure complete sync with you

and keep the emotions controlling

six degrees of freedom persistence

certainly defines my real existence

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the string of belief

though we are miles away from each other

our hearts are too close to even bother

our cultures do not match by any means

but the art of living sparkles all our dreams

we do not even have the same mother tongue

but we converse through our hearts so young

surprisingly our gender is also not the same

but never could extinguish the burning flame

though our religious preferences are also unlike

but the religion of humanity had made us alike

yes, we are different and we are born to deviate

perhaps colour and the creed may also not relate

but this huge pile of differences is just meaningless

as the powerful string of belief is what that binds us

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my dreams

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

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

6

The atmospheric conditions

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