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Let me rain…

Nature expresses itself in its fullest in the most harmonious way and we call it - rain... Let me rain... I was just holding all the way, Struggling the whole summer, Not to reach the skies and stars, Just to touch and feel the ground. Let me express myself just, Let me scale my gale first Being so

Where I left my fear?

Fear is nothing but something that tells us we have something to lose, If something we're afraid to lose is lost, the flow of life becomes effortless in its own way... Where I left my fear? I was a kid, a creamy kid And I too was afraid of the dark and death. I felt

Hope you read this…

Hope you read this... My dear father, I can't say "thank you" Because I owe even my life to you. I can't say "sorry" Because you have never kept my mistakes in mind. I can't say "goodbye" Because you have already left me. I can't say "see you" Because I don't know if I could see you When I'm dead. I

Figuring Out, Where I Went Wrong

Figuring Out, Where I Went Wrong I felt it was God who helped me, But it was my parents who helped God. I felt it was my mother who could accept me, But it was my father's care that helped her. I felt my father supports the family, But it was his love for us. I felt

This Nature, Nothing But A Cheater

This Nature, Nothing But A Cheater It stays fresh, lives the lively green life forever ! This nature was green when my grandfather was born and still stays so. We, Wo&Men the creatures meant to get transformed by nature. This momentary life, not longer than a hundred metre, It flowers, matures, ripens and then to

Should I really go back home?

Should I really go back home? It's so beautiful here, How peaceful I'm here, So happy, just to be here, But why my mind stays still at home? Why my mind just tells of my home? The thought to return glooms the scene. Should I return to where I came? Should I really go back home? The place where

A Great Place To Go

A Great Place To Go... There's a place, a wonderful place ! Which I dream of going all the time. The place that's not so low as deep blue sea, And not so high as the valley top, But high enough to give the bird's eye view Of those who rush through roads near And those uniforms

Life, a steep trekking trip

Life, a steep trekking trip... Stretching heights for us to hike. With the weight of pack on our back, The pack that we believe would help us, In fact the gear that slows us down. Meeting new and new fellow travelers, Being with those who speaks like me, Away from those who speaks their way. Aware of truth

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