The infinite existence imprints every memory of the past and the present on the future.

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Promises and passion are bygone,
'We' are sore and dipped in the most sour lime,
Layering ourselves in pretence make 'me to you' and 'you to me' unknown.
And now, we are 'once upon a beautiful time'.

The road wasn't taken that our souls desired,
And now, our souls call us 'fakeer',
For not able to feed them with each other's delightful dew drops,
They don't sing or dance to themselves anymore,
Forcefully covered by their humans with something unknown,
But they are free to hope their hopeful hopes.

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You (2)

How much shall you run with your head turned back
towards me?
You can see me here,
in the same place,
waiting for its beauty
to rejuvenate.
You can see my scars
and you want to caress them;
then why don't you come back
to seek our happiness?
You are aware of your pretence,
and aware of the strings,
and yet,
you aren't back ironically.

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Your name is going down and down and out of sight, but it shan't go even to the second place in my mind.

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You

I may smile and laugh
With things hidden inside my heart
But you're one of those things
Who is comparable to nothing on our earth.
But I love the shooting stars more
Because they let me wish beautiful things
And sometimes wishes and dreams
Are prettier than real realms.

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I'm the mirror talking to you

I'm the mirror talking to you;
You think that I refect you.

What if I say that you reflect me?
The shiny glass of mine
is a real thin line
separating the virtual
and the real realm.
.
.
.
I have seen you put on the mascara
and have it wipe off
with the tears
of unreal tantrums and pain
and you being hurt by illogic.
.
.
.

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Sound

You hear the voices outside,
they're warming your ears,
or soothing your soul;
and making you completely contemplate
with thoughts of
virtue and vice.

But
do you hear the voices within your mysterious mind,
and the sound they create,
with soothing words
to calm your soul?
They know the truth,
they are virtuous,
they are the speakers
guiding you
through the righteous path.

Listen to them,
follow your heart,
do your best,
and dazzle in your own earth.

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My sapphire

You're my sun, you're my star,
You're the ocean that I can't ever reach
Sorry, but it's unfair
The way you touch me on the sea shore
With your cunning waves.
It would've been better if
You were a lad from an imaginary land
Whose distance from mine isn't enough to fill with gallons and gallons of sand.
But you are here,
My ruby, my emerald, my diamond, my sapphire,
A precious thing who wouldn't embrace me
And I'm here, a lovelorn lass, hoping for you
While I lay on my bed after earning my daily wage.

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Little pink things,
With little green things of a family,
Sticking to a brown pillar,
And forming a mesmerising beauty,
Is a similar deacription of any tree.
Okay, now listen,
Do not pluck flowers,
Flowers may be a symbol
Of love for lovers
One plucks it from the tree,
Other plucks it's petals
Throwing them in some place
Of unknown identity.
Now tell me dear-
What's the use of a symbol of love or simply love which ends up in the useful bin?

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I stood at the airport arrival, waiting for you,
When I saw you in a poem I once read
About the poet's mother,
I tell you, she was right
In the way she depicted
Her aging mother with metaphors
From the nature,
And for you it's the same,
But I would add one thing:
You are beautiful always and forever,
Flawless outside
And a timeless beauty inside.

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