Architect and management Consultant by profession.Have been writing poems for sometime on love, frustrations and death.
Looking at your face
seeing those whisphering eyes
feeling you close to me
I simply do not know
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I asked him:
'Can I see the body? '
'Yes.before the doctors come'
He opened the door
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Long long back
We had this King called Mahabali
When he was ruling,
there was no sins.
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Alone, how long I can go?
Do I need to hear your voice near me?
Do I need to feel your sweating hand inside my hand,
Making me feel you are with me.
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Like a man sentenced to death
I count each day as if it is precious
It is a real pity
you cannot extract even a bit of love for me
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