tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598913020675852722024-02-07T11:49:10.201+05:30Replica......the place where I replicate my thoughts into wordsDeepakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05939459735836126803noreply@blogger.comBlogger190125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759891302067585272.post-3394996654259473222015-04-22T21:27:00.000+05:302015-04-22T21:27:00.086+05:30Free Soul<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>He can make reality out of fiction and fiction out of reality leaving you wonder about the hidden truth. You just can't really judge him. You shouldn't attempt to. He is too many people in one person. You can't keep hold on to him for long. An artist is a free soul. A wanderer - but certainly not lost.</b></div>
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Deepakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05939459735836126803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759891302067585272.post-51093912378793835302015-04-17T20:30:00.000+05:302015-04-17T20:30:10.995+05:30Wreck<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><span style="font-family: inherit;">I was too deep an ocean and you were too heavy to float. It caused you to drown. And that was the thing I was most afraid of. I thought you could sail or swim. But you didn't. You couldn't. You weren't even prepared to plunge. But you did and drowned. You took the risk. You couldn't measure the depth of my love. Now at the bottom of my heart you will remain buried forever, like a shipwreck at the bottom of the ocean. I was too deep for you. Sigh!</span></b></div>
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Deepakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05939459735836126803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759891302067585272.post-82673384156888437262015-04-12T14:22:00.000+05:302015-04-12T14:22:41.216+05:30Once More<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<strong>When I die,</strong><br />
<strong>I'll be a shooting star.</strong><br />
<strong>You'll make a wish,</strong><br />
<strong>seeing me falling afar.</strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong>And I'll get you</strong><br />
<strong>what you ask for,</strong><br />
<strong>breaking myself</strong><br />
<strong>for you once more.</strong><br />
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Deepakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05939459735836126803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759891302067585272.post-8941699466170562962015-03-08T10:21:00.000+05:302015-03-08T10:21:00.422+05:30Change<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>Winter is almost gone and the Spring is coming. Seasons change and they leave us sick. Maybe because we get so used to some things that their absence makes us restless. And this is true with people too perhaps. They change and leave us sick.</b></div>
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Deepakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05939459735836126803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759891302067585272.post-70252030780978341012015-03-06T20:23:00.001+05:302015-03-06T20:23:54.661+05:30Intuition<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<b>Sometimes I think,</b><br />
<b>if I hide myself,</b><br />
<b>would you come</b><br />
<b>to find me?</b><br />
<b>But I don't.</b><br />
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<b>Because,</b><br />
<b>somewhere</b><br />
<b>deep down,</b><br />
<b>I already know</b><br />
<b>that you won't.</b><br />
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Deepakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05939459735836126803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759891302067585272.post-40829013253203907352015-02-05T22:00:00.000+05:302015-02-05T22:00:00.707+05:30Moments<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<strong>Some of life's</strong><br />
<strong>best and</strong><br />
<strong>worst moments</strong><br />
<strong>are same</strong><br />
<strong>and happen</strong><br />
<strong>by chance.</strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong>Like,</strong><br />
<strong>watching you sleep</strong><br />
<strong>and knowing</strong><br />
<strong>it won't last long,</strong><br />
<strong>neither the sleep</strong><br />
<strong>nor the glance.</strong><br />
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Deepakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05939459735836126803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759891302067585272.post-54505580880829662432015-02-02T20:30:00.000+05:302015-02-02T20:30:04.392+05:30The Wish<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<strong>Between all these days</strong><br />
<strong>and all these nights,</strong><br />
<strong>my dreams turned</strong><br />
<strong>into nightmares</strong><br />
<strong>like crashing flights.</strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong>Amidst all the loss and gain,</strong><br />
<strong>and despite that subtle pain,</strong><br />
<strong>I may not show,</strong><br />
<strong>I may not say,</strong><br />
<strong>I may not express it again.</strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong>But what I felt once</strong><br />
<strong>holds true still,</strong><br />
<strong>I always wish</strong><br />
<strong>you to come to me</strong><br />
<strong>and I always will.</strong><br />
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Deepakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05939459735836126803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759891302067585272.post-17236256406335172602015-01-27T21:00:00.000+05:302015-01-27T21:00:00.137+05:30The Interview<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<strong>He was being interviewed at his first book launch.</strong></div>
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<strong>"One last question Mr. Dev", asked the interviewer, "how would you like to be remembered after you leave this world?"</strong></div>
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<strong>"I don't want to be remembered at all", there was a small pause before he continued, "because it'll hurt my people more then".</strong></div>
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<strong>"I want to be remembered now when I'm all alive. If someone loves me, misses me or cares for me, I want them to come to me and say it looking straight into my eyes."</strong></div>
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<strong>"For me, this makes more sense because once I'm gone, I won't be there to know it, I won't be there to appreciate it. So do it now and let me reciprocate what I feel for you."</strong></div>
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<strong>"Because life is too short to be shy."</strong></div>
<strong></strong><br />
<strong>His answer got more buyers than his book.</strong><br />
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Deepakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05939459735836126803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759891302067585272.post-88066624134661810582015-01-24T21:00:00.000+05:302015-01-24T21:00:01.868+05:30Sigh<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<strong>Through the window I glance</strong><br />
<strong>at the dark midnight sky</strong><br />
<strong>and wonder if I could ever fly.</strong><br />
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<strong>Far, so far and so high,</strong><br />
<strong>wishing everything and</strong><br />
<strong>everyone a final goodbye.</strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong>But what I wish may never come by,</strong><br />
<strong>so to the world I close my eye</strong><br />
<strong>and sleep through my loneliness</strong><br />
<strong>with dying hopes and a sigh.</strong><br />
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Deepakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05939459735836126803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759891302067585272.post-48456720552038543972015-01-20T09:30:00.000+05:302015-01-20T09:30:01.713+05:30Ignorance<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<strong>Love is hard</strong><br />
<strong>like ice</strong><br />
<strong>and soft</strong><br />
<strong>like snow.</strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong>It's just that</strong><br />
<strong>what we see</strong><br />
<strong>and how much</strong><br />
<strong>we know.</strong><br />
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Deepakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05939459735836126803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759891302067585272.post-42183330182949255352015-01-17T14:24:00.000+05:302015-01-17T14:24:08.992+05:30Way Out<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<strong>I wish someday you know I'm true,</strong><br />
<strong>and the one I need is you.</strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong>For you, it maybe too early to say,</strong><br />
<strong>but I know I am on my way,</strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong>Bring me your fears if you have any,</strong><br />
<strong>we'll find a way, there are many.</strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong>I tried to leave it and move on,</strong><br />
<strong>but the love was never really gone.</strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong>I may not say it everyday but still,</strong><br />
<strong>I've loved you and always will.</strong><br />
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Deepakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05939459735836126803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759891302067585272.post-73689317516477418882014-11-08T13:45:00.000+05:302014-11-08T13:45:00.360+05:30All Well Deserved<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<strong>There are things<br /> that make me happy,<br /> and there are things<br /> that make me sad.<br /> <br /> Then there are people<br /> behind all these things,<br /> but it doesn't make me</strong><span class="text_exposed_show"><br /><strong> even a little less glad.<br /> </strong></span><br />
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Deepakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05939459735836126803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759891302067585272.post-88713160959972764212014-11-04T22:02:00.000+05:302014-11-04T22:02:00.131+05:30Perspectives<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<strong>You kept on telling,</strong><br />
<strong>from far where you stood-</strong><br />
<strong>what I do can,</strong><br />
<strong>and what I should.</strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<strong>I kept on yelling,</strong><br />
<strong>you never understood-</strong><br />
<strong>what I did,</strong><br />
<strong>and what I could.</strong><br />
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Deepakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05939459735836126803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759891302067585272.post-48913680911577218242014-08-18T20:27:00.000+05:302014-08-18T20:27:38.191+05:30Silence<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<strong>Tears unrolled,</strong><br />
<strong>Pain untold,</strong><br />
<strong>She thinks no one cares,</strong><br />
<strong>If she doesn't share.</strong><br />
<strong>But I can read minds,</strong><br />
<strong>Maybe she's unaware.</strong><br />
<strong>As I pack my stuff,</strong><br />
<strong>She keeps herself tough.</strong><br />
<strong>But I know her inner state,</strong><br />
<strong>I wish I could stay, but,</strong><br />
<strong>The time wouldn't wait.</strong><br />
<strong>I still have to depart,</strong><br />
<strong>Though with a heavy heart.</strong><br />
<strong>The journey is self chosen,</strong><br />
<strong>Her silence leaves me frozen.</strong><br />
<strong>To ask her, I couldn't dare.</strong><br />
<strong>All I can say is that,</strong><br />
<strong>Some fairwells aren't fair.</strong><br />
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P.S. - Dedicated to all the strong mothers out there whose children have to leave their home for study/work.</div>
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Deepakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05939459735836126803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759891302067585272.post-20867057360381274352014-07-21T21:50:00.000+05:302014-07-21T21:50:30.574+05:30If I Were Not Me<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<strong>I wonder if I were not me,</strong><br />
<strong>What else I could be,</strong><br />
<strong>A flower among the thorns,</strong><br />
<strong>Or a quiet summer tree.</strong><br />
<strong>A lonely artist's brush,</strong><br />
<strong>Or someone's first crush.</strong><br />
<strong>Maybe I could be a guitar,</strong><br />
<strong>Or a wish granting star.</strong><br />
<strong>Rain shower in summer noon,</strong><br />
<strong>A child's amaze, a balloon.</strong><br />
<strong>Roaring like an ocean's tide,</strong><br />
<strong>A quiet tear of a new bride.</strong><br />
<strong>What if I be your smile,</strong><br />
<strong>Resting on your lips for awhile.</strong><br />
<strong>Or what if I be in your heart deep?</strong><br />
<strong>Will you mind me to forever keep?</strong><br />
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Deepakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05939459735836126803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759891302067585272.post-30657158960082797032014-07-13T12:36:00.001+05:302014-07-13T12:36:53.941+05:30She is Poetry<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<b>Poetry doesn't have to rhyme.</b><br />
<b>I am not perfect,</b><br />
<b>neither you nor anyone.</b><br />
<b>She is not perfect either.</b><br />
<b>But she is poetry.</b><br />
<b>And she doesn't rhyme.</b><br />
<b>But then again,</b><br />
<b>poetry doesn't have to rhyme.</b><br />
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Deepakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05939459735836126803noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759891302067585272.post-89717680863112603542014-05-13T14:47:00.000+05:302014-05-13T14:47:45.528+05:30A Heart With A Patch<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<b>So what it's broken and scattered,</b><br />
<b>in love it doesn't really matter.</b><br />
<b>For love is always in demand,</b><br />
<b>I'll not store it and preserve,</b><br />
<b>I'll stitch my heart and offer it</b><br />
<b>to someone else who deserves.</b><br />
<b>Let me see who tries for the catch,</b><br />
<b>a heart full of love despite a patch.</b><br />
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Deepakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05939459735836126803noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759891302067585272.post-5573987356049388632014-05-04T12:58:00.000+05:302014-05-04T12:58:49.433+05:30The Meeting Point<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>It's so good for two people to be like two parallel lines. Both will move to the same direction keeping the exact and perfect distance. It's like two people living a life their own way yet complimentary to each other. One's life is independent yet incomplete without the other. Maintaining the perfect amount of space and distance between the relation - not so far, no so close. But then there is a negative point - they don't meet each other. Never ever. This makes their relation incomplete though unending.</b></div>
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<b>And then there are two intersecting lines. They move to their own directions at their own pace. They do not compliment each other. They are free - like wind blowing at its own will. But they meet for at least once. And that point, that intersecting point, is their mark of perfection. At this very point they are in complete harmony and in complete surrender. They lose themselves in each other. At that point, their identity is merged and there remains no one or the other.</b></div>
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<b>This intersection, this meeting point doesn't last for long. But in that one moment they are in perfection. And then they move again to their predefined directions at their predefined pace - never to meet each other again.</b></div>
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<b>I see both of us like those two intersecting lines. And I'm glad that for at least one moment we were in perfection.</b></div>
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Deepakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05939459735836126803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759891302067585272.post-84802496230506828492014-04-23T12:31:00.000+05:302014-04-23T12:31:00.409+05:30By The Window<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>Let us sit by the window and watch the rain,</b></div>
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<b>it won't fix the heart nor it'll heal the pain.</b></div>
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<b>But just bring us some leisure to think,</b></div>
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<b>and maybe some tears to shed and drink.</b></div>
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<b>To revisit the memories while raindrops pour,</b></div>
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<b>to relive the forgotten moments once more.</b></div>
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<b><br /></b></div>
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<b>I know you don't like the rain much, though,</b></div>
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<b>it's worth waiting for the following rainbow.</b></div>
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<b>Let us forget for a while our love or hate,</b></div>
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<b>let us just sit by the window and wait -</b></div>
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<b>for the rain to end,</b></div>
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<b>for the wounds to mend,</b></div>
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<b>for our paths to bend.</b></div>
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Deepakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05939459735836126803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759891302067585272.post-34659700787031010062014-04-20T13:07:00.000+05:302014-04-20T13:07:00.685+05:30Opposites Attract<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>They thought they were opposites. She liked summers while he felt winters more comforting. She liked sunny days but to him, rains always made him dance though he was not at all good at dancing. She didn't like books but he had a personal library. Also, she wasn't a loner like him, among other things. They were quite opposites you know. And yet they felt the pull towards each other. Like they say, opposites attract, so was their story.</b></div>
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<b>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 couldn't bear the force of wind and fell on the ground while she blossomed even more.</b></div>
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<b>She was the poetry and he was the poet. For some time, they both were complimentary to each other like a poem and the signature under it. She was known by him and he was by her. Then came the time when signature turned into initials and initials too lost their importance. Like it always happens, 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.</b></div>
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<b>They thought they were opposites, so as a rule, they would attract. Of course they did, but not for long. They weren't opposites, they were quite similar. They were like same poles of two magnets. And whenever they tried to come close, they pushed each other in the opposite directions. </b></div>
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Deepakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05939459735836126803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759891302067585272.post-33802600175764928912014-04-16T12:19:00.000+05:302014-04-16T12:19:00.273+05:30Within<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<b>Within me are the five oceans,</b><br />
<b>And within me float the seven skies,</b><br />
<b>Within me countless suns shine,</b><br />
<b>Within me moons and stars reside,</b><br />
<b>Within me are the mountains so high,</b><br />
<b>Within me are the forests so bright,</b><br />
<b>I hold the breeze within me,</b><br />
<b>I carry the storms no one can see,</b><br />
<b>Within me is whole of the creation,</b><br />
<b>And within me is the creator Himself.</b><br />
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Deepakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05939459735836126803noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759891302067585272.post-79187394920041912402014-04-13T12:11:00.000+05:302014-04-13T12:11:22.660+05:30Favorites Forever<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>There are some of my favorite things. Like that restaurant where I have been to only once and it just became my favorite. I have a shirt which I wore only once and it is hanging in my closet since then. But it's my favorite of all the shirts I have. There is a book resting on my shelf, half read and the bookmark is still sandwiched between its pages. That book is my favorite though never completed. I have a collection of songs in my cellphone which I have listened to only once or some of them maybe twice. But that playlist I have named it 'Favorites'. It's been long since I have played it. But like other things, it's my favorite.</b></div>
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<b>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 book and among other things, why I don't play my 'Favorite' playlist more often? Because I want all these things to remain my favorites forever.</b></div>
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<b>If, for instance, I listen to that song again and again, it won't sound as special as it does now. If I complete reading my favorite book it may become part of that stack of books which I once read but never touched again. Not even dusted them off. I just want my favorites to remain as such. And I always want to feel curious about them all the time.</b></div>
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<b>Should I tell you one more thing? You are my favorite of favorites. But I don't come to see you often. And now you better know why?</b></div>
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Deepakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05939459735836126803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759891302067585272.post-83758868344219874042014-04-08T18:24:00.000+05:302014-04-08T18:24:00.325+05:30Random Five Liners - 5<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<b>If I was a color,</b><br />
<b>I'd choose to be white,</b><br />
<b>graciously losing itself,</b><br />
<b>yet alone</b><br />
<b>shining bright.</b><br />
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<b>Setting aside my fears,</b></div>
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<b>someone's hand in mine,</b></div>
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<b>a long walk in the rain,</b></div>
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<b>yes, I am ready,</b></div>
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<b>to play love again.</b></div>
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<b>You, in my arms,</b><br />
<b>with all your charms,</b><br />
<b>your breath touches</b><br />
<b>my bare chest,</b><br />
<b>I shiver in love.</b><br />
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<b>Lovers depart,</b></div>
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<b>with heavy heart,</b></div>
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<b>carrying along</b></div>
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<b>a bag full of</b></div>
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<b>broken promises.</b></div>
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<b>Memories knock,</b><br />
<b>each midnight,</b><br />
<b>I weave words,</b><br />
<b>another poem</b><br />
<b>gets a shape.</b><br />
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Deepakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05939459735836126803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759891302067585272.post-23617478971958263032014-04-06T18:56:00.000+05:302014-04-06T18:56:00.452+05:30By Chance<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<b>One day,</b><br />
<b>unexpectedly,</b><br />
<b>we'll collide again,</b><br />
<b>just by chance,</b><br />
<b>just like that,</b><br />
<b>maybe then you'll know,</b><br />
<b>we belong to each other,</b><br />
<b>then and now and ever.</b><br />
<b>I'll win you,</b><br />
<b>earn you,</b><br />
<b>never to spend you,</b><br />
<b>to treasure you,</b><br />
<b>forever.</b><br />
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Deepakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05939459735836126803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759891302067585272.post-69605422911126688412014-04-03T12:14:00.000+05:302014-04-03T12:14:00.080+05:30Lost and Found<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<b>So the wind blew,</b><br />
<b>and thunder strokes,</b><br />
<b>made me aware of the</b><br />
<b>world around with hope.</b><br />
<b>Lost in my own wound,</b><br />
<b>I ignored the reasons,</b><br />
<b>which could spellbound.</b><br />
<b>And it was then when I</b><br />
<b>moved around my eye,</b><br />
<b>that I found my pain looks</b><br />
<b>as tiny as a star in the sky.</b><br />
<b>And I realized,</b><br />
<b>I was worrying in vain,</b><br />
<b>In that very moment,</b><br />
<b>I found myself again.</b><br />
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