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I love you a lot!

You walk in beauty, like a cloudless night;
Clam & stary skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright.
Shining low, like the stars in the cold night.

In this lonely sunshine, you hugged me with a gentle breeze,
Only taught of your not being with me, makes me numb and freeze.

I traveled miles in search of a glorious smile,
I was sure, I won’t get that smile;
Which will bring light to my cold life!
Until I saw you smiling,
With no sorrows in life.
Though, you watching my side,
We shall step above the sky.
The world should see us standing still;
With all our might.
Together we stand & together we fall.
The world should know:

“I love you a lot!”

No words can describe how much I love you!
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She is my ex.

She is my ex.
Yes we have parted our ways.
We are no more together.
Sometimes things don’t work out,
No matter how hard you try to save the relationship.

She is my ex.
But that doesn’t mean now I have a right to point her character, abuse her, spread dirty rumours about her, say cheap things about her friends and family.

She is my ex now…
But there was a time when every part of mine belonged to her.
She was the only girl with whom I wish to grow old,
Whom I wanted to give all the happiness, enjoy her madness.

But all our wishes don’t come true.
Do they?

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Darling it’s hard to explain,

how much I love you……..

I never imagined

I will be falling in love with you;

Pushing my limits to bare

The brutality brought to you…..!

Darling it’s hard to explain;

How much I love you!

My lips shall turn to stones

If they lied you, & my body

Shall turn to dust

If they didn’t stood till the very end with you.

Though if you allow me…..

To be your darling,

It would be easy to explain how much

I love you………!

it’s hard to explain, how much I love you!

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Road Of Life

It’s 19 from when I was born,
And 8 year when I figured
I need someone to walk with me on
road of life…..
These fearful days & night,
Counting them with heart of might,
Falling, failing, crumbling, hiding,
Running to complete this road of life….
I was sure some one will come to
support my feel,
Walk with my will, and when ever in
need the wound she will heal on the
road of life…..
No doubt the journey would be heard,
Trying to fall us apart .
But, together we will stand,
Surpassing time slipping like sand….
Riding on wind everyone will see us stand & still.
The horses of thunder and cloud
as our guide making this trip a
adventure of life….
Together we both will complete this
road of life….

Rating: 5 out of 5.

The artist is the creator of beautiful things. To reveal art and conceal the artist is art’s aim. The critic is he who can translate into another manner or a new material his impression of beautiful things.