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Her Regrets and His Blessings

She regretted their time was short lived,
he treasured every moment spent with her.

She repented for everything she didn’t say,
he cherished the memories when he spoke the world to her.

She is now cramped in her shell,
sad and bereaved,
he wore her thoughts in his smile,
and he soared Lost in her beguile

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Blithe

She always remained in blithe,
nonchalant and insouciant,
pristine and kind,
and worry was the last thing on our mind.

She had many dreams,
few attainable,
and many over the top,
and in the course of making them real,
some broke and few shattered,
but that didn’t impede her to dream more,
the bygones never troubled her,
and she surged ahead to open new doors

The guffaws,
the laughter,
the glitter in her eyes,
never shattered,
and she dreamed some more,
went ahead defining new charters

And occasionally when her dreams come true,
she never rested,
nor did she halt,
to claim her pride,
for she found new reasons to keep her soul smiling and alive,
living in trance was her way to challenge herself,
and she didn’t merely survive but thrived.

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Demons

Little did she know
that the fear she carried inside her
fed on her soul,
loitered on her mind,
and before she could comprehend,
it transformed to such an unfathomable demon
that it was hard to arrest,
or escape
from the clutches of her self made legion.

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His Midas Touch

He found her scattered around,
her heart broken to pieces
so was her soul,
and she had rough edges,
each protruding out,
screaming and telling an unforgiving story.

She was closed,
her thoughts stashed away
in some dark corner,
maybe a closed box,
hard to trace.

And her eyes bellowing red,
hard to tell,
if the crimson sparks
were because of her prolonged crying,
or from the rage she bore in her remnants.

But he didn’t give up on her,
he gathered her piece by piece,
and like a skilled craftsman,
chiseled her,
shaped her,
gave her time to heal.

And then magic happened,
her soul bloomed,
her heart smiled,
she was a new her,
a refreshed soul beaming with elation.

He gently held her hand
and glided her softly to the mirror,
and the image startled her,
and she cried,
her eyes were crimson red,
but this time for love.

But how strange was that,
for in the process of finding her
he discovered his own redound self
smiling with joy.

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Why Should I Dream?

All my dreams,
my plans,
the long brooding at times
have disappeared and vanished,
since the time you’re around,
and the heart has woken up
from long repose,
and that whisper,
like a gentle ruffle,
is drawing me into you,
and I,
soaked in your loved,
drenched in your thoughts,
is a new me,
which I am enable to reckon,
sure I am confused,
but I am exultant,
and have enough senses to announce,
why do I need to dream when you are around?

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The Memories from Past

The memories of her past
keep revisiting in her shadows of today.

In the beginning it was arduous,
difficult to fathom,
but she learned
to coexists with her reminiscence
slowly but surely over time.

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Those Giggles

Those unstoppable giggles
maybe annoying for some,
but for me
it is the sound of bonding,
the clamor of togetherness.

And through the clinks,
and loud cacophony clanks,
it weaves few stories,
and treasure some memories,
which will make us nostalgic,
and give uncalled smiles,
in the years to come.

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Unstoppable

Like some morning breeze in a spring morning,
gentle and calm, pristine and serene,
unruffled from the darkness it was confronting some moments back,
she rouse joyous,
shaving off the shades of the past,
she reclaimed her happiness,
grabbing it with both hands,
and clasping it with her soul,
with a pure feeling,
she was in love for sure,
with everything around,
with the blissful dawn,
the charming blooms,
the busy bees,
and the mighty trees,
she rekindling her memories and surged ahead,
it was a new day, a new beginning,
and she danced and kissed
like that early morning blithe

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Live In the Moment

You feel miserable
thinking she is about to leave,

Her thoughts,
her talks,
everything that concerns her,
making you bereave

You are lost in such moments of despair,
your mind a mud puddle,
confused and stirred

And the day arrives
when she finally departs,
you see her floating way
like dwindling image of dawn stars

You realize you have so much left to say,
you reach out but it is a futile attempt,
all in dismay,
she is long gone, disappeared like a blur
and you repent in such moment of spur

If you would have chosen
not to brood alone,
at least her memories
would have been with you
to call your own

Never live in the fear of the future my friend,
cherish every moment
rejoice your occasion
is all I will recommend

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Contradictions

The day contradictions succeed
in demeaning emotions,
when juxtapositions in life
makes noble thoughts
suffocate and die

Such time defines
the fall of a relationship,
lifelong bonding shattered
in a sheer moment of time

So, before such tall egos
and unwanted indifferences
turn your relationship sour,
break away from such predicaments,
and never shy away
from being the first to acknowledge
even when it is not your fault

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