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Right now,
There is no right, no wrong,
Everything feels so dumb
It’s hard for me to describe
Because you made my mind a scribe.
Out for your gaze
Feeling like a haze
I went into a maze
To see your face
That’s where I got Amaze.
It’s 1:28 still thinking of you
What did you do,
Oh my Delilah,
Who are you?
As like a light
which vents into dark
You came into my mind
Without a mark.
Oh my Delilah,
Why you came,
Oh my darling
Why you came,
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It was a fine mid noonday
The wind grasps itself against the heat
Finding its way toward destiny
Like a man finding his own way
Success and failures are **** hoes
Trading, its guise from one to another
By transposing throughout the generation
Like a man lost in his lust
In the same way, you are in search of purpose
That or that? Yeah!
It's both This and That
Like the way you lament deep days and dark nights
And you are in search of the past to see the present
But the present is perched next to you
With a fine bestowed gift
Like Samson longed for his love
In the end, only you know,
That Purpose lies in the present,
It might be how you present the contemporary
Like an ant finding its way on time
You say time reveals everything
But it conceals only the past
Nothing more or nothing less
It's all about the magic you witness every day.
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Unspoken words on my thoughts
As moon hidden behind the clouds
Unable to spectate wholly
But penetrates as chill out.
One day of silence channeled years of bondage.
Smile of your lips, always I yearned for.
Voice echoes deep waterfall, smells a fresh bloomed flower,
You don’t need make over
You are already a naked beauty.
Not on vulgarity but on true beauteous and gentleness.
So what are you waiting for?
Do what you wanna do!
Go where you wanna go!
Freedom is yours,
Wollstone might’ve forget something
But you are here,
Go , my darling liberate thyself with love and grace.
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Distant you seems glowy like moon
To see you in the June, i made up to the dune
Words became low spring well,
Really hard for me to stay dwell.
Smile expressed as a comma,
Revives me out of my mental coma,
Walks never grew old,
Wishing our hands to go fold.
Tempts me crazy not on lust
But on genuine love with no dust.
Shyness shattered my soul
Unable to cross the wall of foul.
Sweats made me to drizzle ,
And bodies too far to cuddle,
Sharing my deepest fears,
To tred away my coldest tears
Darling , I need you in every way,
Its so hard for me to sway,
The warmth i felt in your hands,
Is what i need even after our wedding bands.
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Extempored Etiquettes
Elaborated conversations of old
Mildly in motion
of words to express
Synesthetic syncopations
silenced inner egos.
Naived out soul
Anticipates long enough
for a change to show-up
As Clouds faded
and day showed up
Life whispers a note
Of Now
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Surpassing Grace
What a kind of peace that overflows inside my heart!
That Surpasses all my bodily worries,
If its about Career, I would go and brag about money,
If it is about relationships, I might go somewhere,
And build up a temple for my friends and family,
If its of knowledge, I would be a monk to seek wisdom,
All Nature and the universe are his finest works,
Nothing to comprehend of its true form and beauty,
Am I a poet? No just a poor wayfaring stranger,
Purpose is overrated, and destiny would drive you crazy,
How could one store up this much goodness for me.
Does it favor ? Or the wages of good deeds?
No Nothing else, what else would be then, His grace alone.
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A Bright Sunday morning,
Brooded up with melancholic sparrows,
Dull and dusted eyes,
Drowning dread for destiny,
Captivating cameras on side,
Clowns of artistic caterpillars,
Madness of molten mind,
Mavericks turned to money mongers,
Trust transformed as bribing cash,
Temperament to toil itself,
Likewise,
Another century flowing forth,
An another life time.
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Its Maniz Poem
A Bright Sunday morning,
Brooded up with melancholic sparrows,
Dull and dusted eyes,
Drowning dread for destiny,
Captivating cameras on side,
Clowns of artistic caterpillars,
Madness of molten mind,
Mavericks turned to money mongers,
Trust transformed as bribing cash,
Temperament to toil itself,
Likewise,
Another century flowing forth,
An another life time.
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