i do not write poetry; i take words and dip them in feelings...
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One Day
once again
My Identity
Not Meant To Be
only me
in memories
I Am ... (Chain Poem)
Dealing with Memories
The Darkness
Full Circle
summer night
taken for granted
कविता...
Me
Never Before
Bridge The Gap
sing me a song
Broken; yet smiling
The Kiss - Song & Dance
to be with you
Love Unchanged
एक चुभन सी है...
Watching Over
haluvaar sparsh
i am distributing hopes
I Will Write a Poem
What is it?
The Inevitable
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i say...
it is not always possible
to put a smile on the face
and smell the flowers;
it is okay, sometimes,
to curl up in bed,
pull up the covers over the head
and hide from the world.
that's how
caterpillars transform into butterflies.
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