I wondered how it would sound
Poetry that sprouts from love
I know what grows on parched grounds
Not seen though much of green meadows
Never known that subtle sting, that slow smoulder
How it feels…to breathe the fragrance in air stale
See colours beyond the spectrum pale
How does it feel… to feed on the feelings gay
Hear the incessant music that nature play
I now know how it feels…feels to be in love
Thursday, March 27, 2008
On love
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नज़र चुराते देखा उसे तो यकीं हुआ , वोह भी देखता है हमें जल गयी बस्ती मेरी, धुआं उसके घर में भी है थोड़ा काम ही सही मगर, वोह भी चाहता है...
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Not let that pain come forth From beneath the smile that subtle remorse Not let surface the tears restrained For so long what in heart conta... -
Heavy strained passeth breath Sinking veins flesh blue numb Slow closeth shadow death Can run no more it’s the final fall Each breath leaves...
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