lifes such a great achievement that every part of it be it the love or the utter silence of your loved ones, you are always one son of a brave soldier to bear it all and see the real insights which many may wouldnt.
Poetry to me means a new level of existence wherein the truth speaks leaving behind all cuts and scars life 'pretends' to give us.
My mantra of life is:
love is all we want...born out of sacrifices, any decision we make in life shouldnt catch trouble in future and if it does your again one son of a brave soldier to prove yourself as no pride is greater than standing up after a true free fall
It was just the last night we were together
while she smiled, talked and touched my hands
then we walked alone on the road,
towards an ice cream stall
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The morning`s arrived, the mind all set
all the lovely birds chirruping around whom i met
but i don't sing with them in this rush arc
for i have been singing the whole dark
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Walking ahead or the road sliding back
both the same for him that day
not to stop at the beer bar,
the beer would drink him like
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