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The Eagle’s Slave
I am often intrigued by the fascination I can garnish for an interest of mine so suddenly, as if I am struck by a bolt of lightning. That interest can be a particular genre of music to which I’m...
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Somewhere, Someone….
An ode to the bustling lives..!!! Somewhere, An artist searches for his lost soul through his art, And a struggler tiptoes on the brink of heartbreak searching his Sun in the dark…!!!! Somewhere, A...
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It is joy that I seek, it is my heart that speaks . . . .
this poem is the outcome of continuous lectures and long college timing; forced my mind to seek solace in this comforting world of poetry It is joy that I seek When I play with raining drops When I...
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Just the last look….
As the golden day passes by… My urge to see you makes me cry… Cruel sun… shines harsh on me And evenings are on what not to be Midst of all what makes me see Your buttery eyes the joy for me From...
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