Thursday, February 27, 2014
Those eyes
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As i run, sweat to fulfill.
every bit of my dream,.
Something stops me at every turn,.
a pleasant, sweet surprise,.
Those eyes.
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Caring,Beautiful,lovely eyes.
speaking faster than thoughts in my mind,.
As if they were meant for me,.
waiting for me to run faster,.
to see them more at every turn,.
Those eyes.
.
.
As now i am in love with them,.
I run, sweat not just for my dreams,.
but to get a glimpse of those eyes.
.
.
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My journey is now more pleasant,.
.
with every step, i move closer to them,.
my heart speaks out loud,.
"I love those eyes"
The tale of two streams
.
Both flow with all their vigour,
.
Only to join at a confluence and become one.
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For the outer world, they are one.
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And for them, they are just a stream without one another.
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Their story begins when they merge.
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Insouciant of their origin, adding their strengths,
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they emerge majestic, covering miles together.
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On a darker side, their vastness depends upon their past,
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For few things left unsaid, their journey will change.
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But for the love they have for each other,
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they will carry their dirt,knowing it is not theirs,
.
They were, they are and they will be one.
Friday, February 21, 2014
The girl at the library
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Her eyes never left the book .
As she kept on turning the pages.
Undisturbed,carefree she drifted,
in her own style.
Unspoken, undemanding books were my world,
until her eyes met mine.
Like a fish in water, bird in sky,
she moved out gracefully, attracting every eye.
As she passed, her scent filled the space.
she was like smell of the first rain.
I wish to see her again.
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