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Baby You Were Always With Me

Sometime i tried to find  you  in me,

Sometime i tried to find you in the  wild.

Sometime i   tried to wrote you  

on the pages of my diary.

Sometime i tried to read you

Like a sealed letter.

Sometime i wrote you on glass,

Then washed all  with my tears.

Every moment you were with me.

Even in my dreams , you were there.

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The Way We Move

The way we move

Don’t worry about it.

It’s a mystery.

The way we do it.

People call it  harmonic.

You know we don’t need anything

To live , but need a piece of silence

Lonely place only.

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Poem Of Dark

Awake at deep night

Frozen and lonely.

Fingers are shaking

But im trying to 

Hold them back,

Into me. Useless  attempt.

They are moving and

Running on the white pages

Freely, its not me as i was,

Some years ago.

They are drawing the

Poem of dark.

Useless, but it is pure

By it self. Complete.

They are vomiting 

Those pains and feelings

And those  are now on that

White page. Rolling 

And becoming words,

As parts of the

Poem of dark!

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I Would Like To Love That Girl

I would like to love that girl

Who asks me

Can you help us when my papa

Goes to the city for work.

But not  that girl ,Who asks 

Can you die for me?

Cause i know it happens

Only  in fairy tales.

I would like to love that girl

Who asks me

If i die before you

Will you bring  some flowers

Everyday, for my burial,

i love flowers so much.

But not  that girl, Who asks

Can you wait for  me ,

Throughout your life.

Cause i know it happens

Only in fairy tales.

I would like to love that girl

Who asks me

If i get married

With someone else

Will you love me still

As a friend.

But not that girl, Who asks me

Im the only girl 

Of your life, or not.

Cause i know it happens

Only in fairy tales.

I would like to love that girl

Who asks me

Will you come everyday

To talk me

When there  will be 

No one to talk.

 I have seen those old lonely

Ladies ;waiting for death

 No bees comes 

To the old and weak, flowers

 same happens

With everyone.

But not that girl, who asks

Will you love me more than

You do, yourself . If i get 

Married to you.

I know it can only happen

In your  silly dreams.

Life is not so simple and small

Like a video game ,

 you thought.

Its much bigger and colourful

Only those can see

Who  suffers and still stands 

On the wheel of life.

Posted in Micro Stories, Poetry, Untold Stories

Baby I Would Love To

Babyyy…

I would love to hold you close ;

forever.

Babyyy…

I would love to feel you

Between my ribs,always.

Babyyy…

I would love to walk with you

On the endless lonely road.

Babyyy…

I would love to describe you

In front of every strangers.

Babyyy …

I would love to sail with you,

With my tiny boat ,under blue moon.

Babyy…

I would love to  travel with you

With a unfinished map.

Babyyy… 

I would love to grow roses

In my garden only for you.

Babyyy…

I would love to find grasses and

Daffodils  for you

Even in the deserts of this planet.

Babyyy …

I would love to be the 

Small pinkish bud of your balcony.

Rather  than being shrub

At the queens garden.

Babyyy…

I would love to eat corn with you

Even if other offers me 

Fatty soup in frozen winter.

Babyyy…

I would love to dream about you

Always,  even if im standing on 

My broken mountain.

Babyyy…

I would love to be the chain 

Of your neck.

Babyyy…

I would love to be the rain drops

That touches and moves along 

Your chicks.

Babyyy…

I would love to love you 

Forever.

Babyyy…

I would love to write poems ,

Only for you; always.

Babyyy…

I would love to shout for you

Day and night

Oooooo ooo ooowww

Babyyy…

You’re the only moon 

Of my sky.

Babyyy…

I would love to stay awake

Beside you like a crazy vagabond.

Babyyy…

I would love to die with you

And go to haven ,together.

Babyyy…

If i have to chose only one soul 

For my heart…….

Baibayyyy……its gotta be you

Gotta be you……

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Two Souls Of This World

We are two souls of same kind,

Hyaline  and frozen .

We left our heart and body;

Many years ago,

when we saw each other!

We  started our journey  

on the same path,

Although  from opposite direction!

Days, weaks,months,years then century,

All passed one by one.

But still the distance is too long

That i can’t see  you clear,

Although, we are two souls of same kind,

Hyaline and frozen.

We are souls, we can go everywhere.

Anywhere in earth and beyond it too.

Although from centuries I’m searching,

The way of your heart.

Its strange ,for both of us.

We  are same, we know that.

Still i can’t be so sure ,

As we  are souls and left our brains,

In that body , when we left.

Yes i accept , souls can’t think.

But  do you remember? We left our all,

To be together as a one soul.

Although the earth is round,

Still we never meet .

From centuries we are on

An endless journey.

We are souls, of same kind.

We can go anywhere,

But i don’t know 

 the way of your heart.

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In A Foreign Land

Unknown city

Unknown land

Time moves fast

At an unknown pace.

White rooms

Have slanting roofs

Tall towers

To look over what’s ours.

Leaves turn brown

The rain comes down

The old stone still stands

Pride and honour of this land.

The night never sleeps

Streets never end

Forever alive

This foreign land.

Thoughts Of A Nyctophilliac

Unknown city

Unknown place

Time moves fast

At an unknown pace.

White rooms

Have slanting roofs

Tall towers

To look over what’s ours.

Leaves turn brown

The rain comes down

The old stone still stands

Pride and honour of this land.

The night never sleeps

Streets never end

Forever alive

This foreign land.

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Writer

He is a writer

With words bleeding from his fingers

With storms raging in his mind

In the calm of the night.

He’s got demons chasing him

In the day and in the night

When nightmares clog his eyes

He might as well write.

How should I bear it?

He asks with all his might

Tired with the burden

He stops for a while.

He searches literary arcs

In the demons and storms

In the calm of the night

He might as well write.