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Best Poems Written by Vishal Sarkar

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I Love You , But

My dream seems to be true, and days passed a few,
But still my heart doesn’t stop thinking about you.
I wonder how can I get rid of you.
But my soul doesn’t allow me to forget you.
I try to burn your memories all into ashes,
But something tries to stop me until my mind changes.
Why can’t I stop staring at your picture for a moment?
Is it my will or am I not just that independent.
Is it your love or your beauty that attracts me?
Or is it just an imagination of you to distract me?
Sometimes I think, what a fool I was to love you,
But every single moment makes me realise, what a fool I was to lose you.
The every single verse I write, I only write about you,
I rather plead for forgiveness, if only could you?
Now when I left you, I’m deeply in love with you,
But life is not as expected and perfect to be true.
And I may or may not be your Mr. Perfect, but still I had to leave you.
I know you may burst into tears after reading my letter,
But I assure you not to cry for me, cause you’ll get a man even better.
Baby it was not my intention to leave you alone in the darkness,
But I didn’t know how can I do so even in madness?
If you ever need me, just look at the pendent I gave to you,
Either throw it away or just keep it close to you.
At the end my confession was all about to love you,
And my heart ignores me and becomes a part of you............

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A Wonder Dream

A day full of work,
Is a nuisance for all of us.
Work in the month of April,
Is very boring and weakening.

Then I felt very sleepy,
The eyes started to blink,
Like a non-stop machine.
My eyes closes for a wherewith.

I went to the imaginary;
Land of wonder.
Surprisingly I saw ,
A world of magic.

I saw myself,
Running after the nimbus;
I found myself participating;
In a supernatural race.

Later ,I saw a nigrescence,
I thought I am in danger;
But I don’t know what it was.
I saw myself falling from high.

I awoke myself up,
In a fear of horror;
I found myself safe,
And woke up to work again.

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Life As a Mobile

Life is like a cell phone,
Whose Bluetooth remains always on.
Fate of life acts as the settings,
Which is always very disturbing.

Happiness is the messages,
Just like in the inbox.
And sadness is those quotes,
Which remains in the junk box.

Love is like the messenger,
Which is useful to stay in touch,
With others to share the views and feelings,
To be away of unnecessary incomings.

Risk is like the adventure games,
To score the maximum goals,
Camera gives our life a frame,
To enjoy it as a whole.

Our mind is like the opera browser,
Which searches anxieties of life,
And our thought is like the Bluetooth,
To share our joy with long lasting quotes.

Man is his own architect of his fate,
Just like the accessories of Corby mate.
Wake up to serve your life and if you lost,
Don’t be a foolish runner,
Use your mind as a tracker to lead your life to the present date.

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Happenings

Something really happens strange in life ;
Which leaves us with life destroying,
Difficulties over miles and miles,
Those happenings with the tragedies in life.

My life is destroyed with the;
Arrival of certain occasional happenings.
The life is not life without name and fame,
By the upcoming time,through which I am blamed.

If I get a chance again, I would;
Really try hard again to repay-
The depth of my early happenings;
With hard work and my good timings.

I will destroy myself, if I,
Will be unable to keep my words.
Those words to avoid my future happenings,
With the upcoming of failure timings.

I am now in the middle of,
The deep sea floating courageously.
In a lonely boat waiting for the ,
Happenings to lead or to end my life bravely.

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Love In Darkness

Love is like a burning cigarette,
Which boastfully here and there migrates.
It acts as a lighter in the dark lonely street,
And makes us feel enrapture with a lovely greet.

Life is not life without love,
Which makes us sensitive towards those darkness-
Where love is a secret and mysterious belief,
For what the dark love is like a good relief.

One may die in the way of dark love,
Or one may strive in pain without actual love;
But the darkness always remain for a worthwhile venture,
As man's cigarette of love in darkness is all loving secure.

Think of the man who waits on the street,
Leaving all his comfort and leisure;
And his dark love dreams with the-
Company of the tobacco sticks in his mouth with a simple greet.

Let us live in our own style;
With all the specialty in us and;
By the company of our pack of cigarette;
May our life be led to the way of the "Love in darkness".

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The Paradise of Love

Silhouette beside the signet ring,
Made a momentum sightseeing.
Slithered in a sluggish way,
To keep the pacifism everyday.

The moment to describe,
The struggles to strive,
The love in darkness which lies,
Makes the silhouette realized.

The paradise of love is,
An olive branch with two doves,
Lost love never dies there,
So the silhouette migrates in search for her everywhere.

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Sorrow's Silent Symphony

O never say that I was false of heart,
With all my or dour, I kept you apart.
Sometimes too bright the belief shines-
And every fair from fair sometime declines.
Your beauty glows discripted by a spring,
Of your beautiful chronicles did I sing.

Promises that I made wasn't a humdrum,
It was my covet to build for thee a chrysanthemum.
An year ago, I made you have this wine,
Decorated with mosaics , for thee my Valentine.
An aspire to spend with you the rest of my life's way,
So I assured you to make you my heart-
taking an oath in the ST.Valentine's Day.

Days passed with all wispy events,
Soon I realized it lacked your lovable comments.
Soon the day came near,
When I promised to have you dear.
My life couldn't support your parting's weight,
Now at the last gasp of love's latest breath.
In my failing pulse , my passion speechless lies,
On my death bed , I admire you closing up my eyes.

Wheres o'er I'm below or else above you,
Wheres o'er you're , my heart shall truly love you.

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Religious and the Status

People are architectured with different,
Religions and status.
They may be Christians and Hindus,
With all the luxury and comfort.

But there are some,
Who are low in status and in religion;
They may be related to other religions of low quality,
Or they are cursed with poverty.

God has made us all,
By writing our bright future.
There should be no misunderstanding;
Of the several religions and the status.

Everyone is equal in this big society,
No one is rich or poor.
We are all same to the eyes of the God,
As we are his children.

Who descended on earth to preach,
Good and new ideas among the people;
To make our society,
Cultural and well behaved by our gospels.

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You Make Me Complete

My eyes look for you,
My heart bleeds the truth,
My spirit enters your soul completely,
Hope you say yes when I say please marry me !!
I love your lips when they are wet with wine,
And red with wild desire;
Your eyes a beautiful spark of mystery,
A courageous heart with a never ending fire;
Your voice had me at "Hello",
While the Mozart played his tune melancholy and slow.
I wish you knew one thing,
I am an acoustic without any strings.
You give me a purpose, a story to love,
While I imagine you in white like the holy dove.
I knew we have some differences,
But together we'll cross all the fences.
I miss you even you are near,
For I can't live without you my dear.
I promise to guide and tease,
Cause living with me is not so ease.
I wish you knew it,
By doing the above,
Reaching up,
You make me complete.

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The Open Door of My Life

I saw the life of sadness,
And the life of grief.
I myself don't know,
What the open door is ?

I asked my mighty God,
To give me handful of suggestions.
Which would lead me,
To the open door.

There was no response,
I became unworthy and sad,
Whether I could know,
About the open door.

I asked all the people in my way,
About the open door;
But no one knows the -
Feelings of the open door.

I decide with open mind,
To step into the open door.
To see whether it gives me,
Life of happiness or the dark days of sorrow.

I stepped into it,
A light of colors;
Flashed into my eyes,
When I opened my eyes to greet the world.

The world was beautiful ,
But only a land of greenery.
I was abandoned to enjoy;
The happiness of life and to take part in religious matter.

I an the widow and will be a widow,
Until the course of my life.
Surviving many difficulties of injustice,
But I can't step into the open door of my life.

I will never be a part of ones life,
And will be avoided by everyone.
And offer a certain time I will be,
In my God's feet to see the open door ;
Once again in my life for the last time.