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Let us travel back to the time when you and I would never meet and never separate. *** People come and go as they please, sometimes they take yo [...]

More often they don't recognize what they've lost until it becomes memoir of yesteryears. *** Some poems written on soul refuse to be exposed on [...]

I'll wait some more till someone again falls in love with my words, and with me too, forever. *** Comes Spring my life spins upside down she goes [...]

I shall wait, for the rain of love, to pour on your soul again. I shall wait that long. *** A new season a new reason, to the tune of love, I da [...]

[...] restaurant often or why I never wore that shirt again? Why I haven't completely read my favorite book and among other things, why I don't play my 'Favorite' playlist more often? Because I want all [...]

She said Amen! a numerous times. Not a single one worked. Her prayers weren't strong. *** He,"I always keep surprising you. But you never do." She [...]

He,"You're my weakness." She,"But I want to become your strength." He was quiet. Maybe he knew she was wrong. He still stands strong. *** "Write a [...]

[...] . Like they say, opposites attract, so was their story. They met couple of times like two random flowers touch mid-air when the wind is blowing. They were like those two random flowers. But he [...]

[...] . It may sound weird. But you know why I follow this practice? Why I don't visit my favorite restaurant often or why I never wore that shirt again? Why I haven't completely read my favorite [...]

[...] chose possessions instead. You weren't that wise, For once you'll realise, Maybe not now, Maybe someday somehow, That you were wrong, That it was meant to last long. Maybe you'll cry, And wonder why, [...]

[...] still lingers though small, Seeing it coming my heart thrives, I open my arms wide as April arrives. P.S. - T. S. Eliot was a famous poet who wrote the poem "The Waste Land", [...]

[...] , everyone remembered the poem and forgot the poet. She was still a poem but he became an anonymous poet. Gradually he lost the anonymous title too. They thought they were opposites, so as a rule, [...]

[...] the poet. She was still a poem but he became an anonymous poet. Gradually he lost the anonymous title too. They thought they were opposites, so as a rule, they would attract. Of course they [...]

[...] change. *** And you think what you did was right? What do you have? Skin that is so white? Oh, c'mon baby! Your heart is as black as night. *** A balcony two cups of tea some English songs exchanged [...]