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Addicted to friends

  I admit, I am addicted; insanely attached and habituated. Am obsessed, I shamelessly confess, needing them at every step of my life’s progress. They are my friends or my soul they seem to be; adding colours to my life, … Continue reading

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Do you remember?

A gush of gentle breeze, The sound of rustling leaves;   Smell of the first rain, Embrace from your mother which eased the pain;   The ringing of the school bell, Awaiting results, praying you’d do well;    A lecture … Continue reading

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Wakefulness

In the calm of the night when the world sleeps I find myself restless as the mind leaps   I try asking, even probe to look within But all I get back is nothing, much to my chagrin   What … Continue reading

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I want…

I want… A day of sun with pleasant breeze with swaying trees and rustling leaves A place to live by the sea where the sounds of waves bring so much peace Walking through the clouds without fear and the wind … Continue reading

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Evanescence ….the fading away!

A day when the dawn brought with it a love so new The one whose blossom made the older one bid adieu For then life forbade a new course Leaving no minute for breakup or remorse Just left was time … Continue reading

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…by the sea, I find me!!!

The sea, in all its vastness just lay, swathed in glistening blue and grey Stretching across is its never-ending splendour, all through the night and day The incoherent speechless song the sea sings With changing trebles and intensity the waves … Continue reading

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….the day the city stood still!!!

The city which did not stop with rain, hail and storms, Even remained uninhibited by the smouldering fireshots and bombs. The city which resonated the meaning of being alive, One which had a reputation of waking up post midnight. One … Continue reading

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