In Forever..

Years,

Days,

Minutes… 

Metrics the same,

Prayers, the same,

Belief the same;

We're leaves 

of the same branch, 

on the same tree…

In spring we'll grow,

In autumn we'll fall,

together … 

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That Freedom..

What once was,

And overridden by another..

Who knows what,

Tales take a lifetime;

To describe,

To comprehend..

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Hoping..

Hoping,

this spring,

Brings colors everywhere..

Birds 

will sing,

The flowers will fruit…

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A Travel..

Remembering words,

Brings smiles,

Then tears..

In a world so uncomfortable,

Few words do justice,

And, silence doesn't comfort..

Sometimes,

Presence soothes; than

Absence..

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Remember …

In time,

places,

people;

In deeds,

misdeeds,

words,

and silences;

In dots,

and asterisks;

In something,

and everything else… 

Some things are priceless..

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Feeling..

This strength to breathe,

Is derived..

Source somewhere,

I feel exists…

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Family..

We fought.. We learnt..

We grew..

We cried.. We laughed..

Anything for that smile.. 

Was done, without hesitation.. 

And prayers, 

Needless to say..

Dreams..

Unexplained, but true.. 

Distance is just temporary..

Care, indelible… 

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For Once..

The veil that was,

Broke as many times… 

Will the sun rise again?

When even the prayers are outdone.. 

Will the wait end.. 

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Now..

Imagining a conversation..

In reality.. 

So much for care..

In prayer..

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And..

In silence we shall find..

What in a hustling crowd we could not… 

Happiness.. 

What is lost.. Shall be found..

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The Arrival Gate..

Falling apart is not part of life.. 

Falling to pieces should not be either..

It's man made, it's unreal.. 

Prayers trickling in subconscious?

Affection is real.. A nursed cause.. 

Some song..

Like the stars hold the moon,
Right there where they belong
And I know I'm not alone..

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In Prayers..

He will listen,

When nobody else will..

He will change hurt to healing,

He will put back the smile on every face..

He will never distance … 

Pleading in humility.. 

That's how He listens..

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Of Silence..

Bliss,

Contentment.. 

A song,

A guitar.. 

One Day.. 

Some Day.. 

Till then,

Some prayers..

Some words..

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Dark..

Someone explains,

Somebody's fine.. 

To someone,

About someone..  

Silence is gold,

But words, a silver lining..

Full moons are pretty,

Half moons, divine or cursed..

No moons… 

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Black & Grey..

What makes times tough..

Its the thoughts about not knowing what we always knew.. 

Also, one liners are a get away.. 

Long pages wash away in salt… 

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