Your memories
Travelling like a lunatic
I try to forget you
For a little while
But again I see you
in that blue sky
in rays of rising sun
and in colors of setting sun
Memories start creeping in
and
The gulmohar whispers...........
Paradox of something called Love!!
Life was like a sunless garden With all the flowers dead in it Too heavy burden of hatred Difficult to hold every beat Suddenly I saw a flare of hope coming near & decided to stick with love because Hate was too great burden to bear Heart felt something that was invisible to eyes Love found me in dark days When everything seem to be lies I made a choice to fall for An irresistible desire to be Irresistibly desired sculpture Grooming the pure eternity and infinity paradox of something called love A smoke made with fume of sighs Pulling myself up from the feeling of being v anity
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