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Nature’s Redolent Perfumes

Cozily wrapped in blankets Warmth of love, radiating Somewhere ‘tween smiles and yawns. The coffee pot gurgles and coughs Morning brew; aromatic coffee Awakening my senses. As nosey sun squeezes Through the bedroom curtains, I imagine you’re here with me. * Fragrant flowers; a touch of satin scarlet rose petals, …
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A Regal Blue and Breathtakingly Bold

By:- rANJEETA nATH gHAI Mysteriously beautiful; I see you parading. Unpredictable; A tad bit capricious Strutting conspicuously Showing off; Flaunting your brilliant Blue-green flawless plumage Of exquisite beauty up for display. * Welcoming the rain Loud and boisterous You prance like enraged dancer Fluttering with enthusiasm Showcasing all your emotions. …
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You Were Born Again

By:- rANJEETA nATH gHAI Forget the pain, Forget the sadness. On the street littered with scorn, You glided around with a defiant attitude. And I realised you were born again. * Unpredictable. Unstoppable. An invincible warrior. Standing tall; in utter confidence, Awestruck, I watched as you walked. You were born again. …
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There Is Always An Alternative

To turn deserts into splendid cities Or Turn stones into majestic temples. To believe in the one who breathes sweet music into a bamboo flute or The one who challenges every God with his matchless might. Setting your heart and soul only for one person and falling in love Or …
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Contrary Yet Complementary

  Difficult. Annoying. Vexing. Tiresome. Trying. Tedious. All that it could be But never for a moment was teaching, Inconvenient. Boring. Uninteresting. Bothersome. Infuriating or maddening experience for me. I always had a problem with my temper. A simple irksome situation could Turn into an explosion of emotion. Tensions; Uncomfortable …
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Be Your Own Masterpiece

Stop trying to ape others Avoid being a part of the herd. Try to find your own identity Is there a need to mimic people? Learn from them. No point in succumbing to stealing another’s identity and losing your own. Don’t allow anyone to take away your own originality. Drop …
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The Last Candle

You light up my darkness With your luminescent soul. As you melt away My dreams get the illumination just right. I see you there burning, Incandescently; as you weep silently. For a moment for an eternity, I watch you bleed wax and white smoke. With nothing but darkness up and …

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