Love Again 

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Remember, how we met? 

In the world separated from the internet. 

Free from pain, free from threat. 

That innocent smile, I can't forget. 

How circumstances changed us together? 

How did your priorities change like the weather? 

However,  I don't intend to bother. 

 May you live happily forever! 

"I love you", the most accessible phrase available,

Which makes the lover vulnerable.

Feeling of being loved is enviable, 

 True love in the world is unpayable. 

The phases of our love include both jazz and acoustic. 

Do I need to explain? Is love linguistic? 

Your presence in my life was beautiful and majestic. 

Come back to me please, before it becomes drastic. 

...Sangam

Rescued

In the silence of night, 

Her heart screamed.

Tears witnessed the fight, 

Spoke her scull I dreamed.

Truly, don't get the difference,

Between memory and dream.

Both is like cocktail,

Affects with starry gleam.

Feeling is something,

Can't be technologically cloned.

Love can never be replicated,

It loves to be unknown.

Love is insane,

Roaming in past for his esteem.

Anonymously collecting memories,

Following happiness stream.

Life is not a movie,

Its a drama performed by lovers.

Can't be resumed or replayed,

Leaves souvenir of what it covers.

Silently killed by keen focus, 

Every remembrance fades away.

Driven lover in the ocean of grief,

Persuaded no way.

Looking into the stars,

For the glory to shower.

To get a glimpse of him,

For her hope to empower.

Without any movement in the ocean,

Oh heaven! Got the brim.

Didn't expected the life again,

As don't know how to swim.

Found an island of peace,

Felt him beside being alone.

The ray of his presence injected,

And her heart shone.

Smiled weirdly,

But that was owner's beam.

To change the plot of her life,

This is the God's scheme.

Uh! Those classified plans,

Got purified in rain.

A streak flashed,

And thundered saying, "wanna see you again".

APOLOGY

Exotic creations

Apology,a word strucked my mind when I was left with nothing.from my childhood,I was dealing with my conscience and self-accusation.Finally,I got something in my life with new conception,appearing in the greatest and most public scene of my life,and in the height of my triumph,when I am weakest,and yet my love’s mastery over me is greatest,and my habitual irony acquires a new meaning and a sort of tragic paths in the face of death.I know the fact”to suffer is better than to do evil”and I really follow that.Now I even don’t have a chance to apologize and on other hand my conscience is not letting me live with peace.to mitigate my pain,I tried to idealize the portrait of Socrates and want to ask Oracle that if love was not in the destiny then why it came in my life? I need a chance so as not to apologize ever but always got rejected with my folded cold hands.It took more than an year to make but not a second to break. Was I an evil-doer? Is love all about to be ignored even if it is unconditional? Many questions are there but always left unanswered with silly reasons. I am weak but not my dedication towards my love. No one is wiser according to Oracle sayings , so one should give priority to present happiness so as not to apologize in future. I know the reason of my smile and it is something I got. I will always be taking care of it with excellent securities. I really want to do this last time “apologize”.

...SANGAM

ENDLESS

I waited,and waited,and waited so long.
The hands of clock appeared like prong.
Nothing relieved;neither sleep nor song.
I know my mistake,not taking him wrong.

Depth is crying,rising like smoke.
I am contesting in the absence of folk.
Feeling so missing,on the verge of choke.
Emotions are being shown as the centre of joke.
Understanding the things,getting mind's stroke.
Regret my tone and words I spoke.
Life is deserted,leaves missing from oak.
Roaming with branch,with marks when it broke.

Glistening like diamond,I did my part.
Its you not me,who keeps me apart.
Speciality of yours,makes everything my art.
Miss you and love you,all with my heart.

Think anything but now I'm being crippled.
Can't live anymore,stuffs are scribbled.
Facing the ocean,not the drops which got dribbled.
Can leaves come back to the tree:half whittled?

Thoughts are connected,creating a mess.
Tossing on bed and they are playing chess.
This is my only way to confess.
Is this temporary or I can say "endless"?

...sangam

Crying child

A bud whose growth got stopped.
Life covered with filth,how badly dropped?
A question repeatedly asked by that little life,
Wanted to hold pen,but why holding knife?
Innocent minds involved in filthy work,
Don't understand themselves but know the pain of jerk.
Sitting down on squares,and pondering about;
Why God has not given them even right to shout?
Life sucked and dumped in ocean of abuses,
In the age of naughtiness,that smile fuses.
In the world of hardships,soft hand are engaged;
Why this graph is countinously getting raised?
Flowers,not smiling;as innocent smiles are kidnapped.
Can't see the beauty,faces are wrapped.
Without those flowers,green grasses don't sway;
Our lifeless surrounding,looking for a ray.
Who is responsible and who is to be blamed?
Why those little birds are brutely getting slaved?
Save those children and let little stars twinkle,
Let give them a fresh life without wrinkle.
Childhood is their right,we should serve.
Allowing them to live with mesmerizing curve. :)

....sangam