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this is the beginning of a series... It is about the changing times... Time is most precious, simply because it's not renewable! Every change is not f..
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I cannot remain,
Infatuated with my self,
Immersed in myself…
I try to find,
My existence in exigency,
My usance in the univ..
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Prose Poem
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O'
beloved,I
cherish the night of separation,With
all its longing and despair...
O'
beloved,
The
stars twinkle upon me,
And
muse a..
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A
colourless shadow,
Follows
me all around...
Nothing
is aglow,
No
whisper no sound...
No
one can envision,
How
I am bound...
..
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Happiness,
Must be chosen,
Among other ephemeral ardors…
Everything is relative,
Whether agitating or sedative…
How do we..
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Inspired from Allama Iqbal's Kalaam...
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Life is to embrace,
Every moment as special…
Every moment as festive…
Baptizing your heart,
In the image of the wind&hel..
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I
wait
For my sun to rise,
For my clouds to vamoose,
So that I can feel alive
again…
I wait
For time to untangle,
The t..
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I never knew i could write... But i am learning how to
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