Let me
make you glad
by telling
that I love you.

Make me glad
by telling that
you love me too.

Come, let's fake!

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Every time I saw
I thought
to do something special.
Every time I tried
I thought
it to be not enough special.
Every time I questioned
I thought
that I am not special.

Or am I?
Why would one love
something that's not special?
Probably like once; not love.


Only if I had known that
special are just occasions
in an ordinary life.

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Embrace your flaws,
Weaknesses and failures.

Like unrhymed poetry,
Odds mark beauty.

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You were a spark
like one I was looking for,
enough to melt my heart.

I let some air in,
an effort to make it warm
but you left it burnt.

Sadly, ashes don't
catch fire; anymore.

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Not all roses are red,
A few blooms
in yellow too.
Not all petals play
'loves-me' vs 'loves-me-not',
a few brings
playful smile
like sunshine,
not proverbial
black and blue.

Which one are you?

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Unfortunately
I couldn't
find the poem
in your words.

Fortunately
I found it
deep
in your eyes.

Clichéd...
I couldn't judge.

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The painting.

(A poem)

...Do you see richness
because you're too rich
to afford poor?

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Love is not a rhyme
with perfect meters.

It's an adjustment,
like those seasonal flowers
that bloom in seasons,
not throughout the year.

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You and I.
We both were about
to be a beautiful poem,

But, i guess
You never wanted us to
Rhyme.

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There was a long hair
in my comb.
My t-shirt wasn't
on my 'The Chair',
instead soaked
with your mystic odor,
an announcement that
you skipped your tank top
and wore my shirt
above your hot pants.
I hated all. You annoyed me.

Washed and fresh,
The Chair is overloaded now
and I like clean chairs.

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