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When Eternal Clock Stops


Believe the truth



better live in this world



possessing strength



to confront darkness.







Giving up is not a reason.



Always remain happy



thinking of the Almighty.







The reaper will scythe



your life when



eternal clock stops.


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Reaper Becomes The Angel


Voyage of life ends,



eternal journey begins.







Pyre bed



gives undying peace.







Reaper becomes



the angel.


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Poetic Fragrance






Ice cream made of



poetic thoughts,



the heart would



inhale it's fragrance.



Tongue of mind



would lick it slowly



like kissing



private parts



of the beloved.







O dear, if one day



you come to me,



I would make you taste



the ethereal sweetness



of the poetic fragrance



ice-cream.



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To Paint But In Rhymes


Poetry is to paint



not with a brush



but in rhymes.







It is to play the strings



of musical heart



and sing the soul



in utmost silence.







The uncommon



common...


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I Am Drunk With Ink


Tell me not sober lush

that it's only wine that

makes people drunk.



I feel my beloved

kissing my lips

when I hold the pen

like you find the tavern

where ever you go.



You are drunk with wine,

Poetic ink has made me a lush.



You drink, I write...


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He Who Sees The Unseen


He who sees the unseen,



kisses Elysium from



beloved's eyes,



feels tears of ocean,



and void of heaven



is a poet breathing



rhymes, living poetry.







The Alchemist



with golden heart.


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Womb Of Imagination


Passion is womb



of imagination.



Holding a pen,



and reflecting



thoughts on a paper,



is a poet's mirror.







Thoughts become rhymes



when pain is penned



and poetry turns to life.



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