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All the time I was sitting forlornly Thinking of you all along. Like the wind of the winter morning, Flitting by me like a song,
By Rana Ansar 3 years ago in Poets
It was one of the darkest ever night, Nothing to see at the left or the right, Lane was flooded with a heavy downpour, I see a lone paper boat awaiting its harbor,
The wind was an axe And the dust was its blade, Even the trees bent half Could not stop their swing; They came with a will
Story of a young couple And their love is supple They are meant to be together They don't change with the weather. They were together
How far shall you go? I've preserved your memories compressed, In this fist-sized expanse of my heart. Your essence carved diligently on my veins,
The universe falls in love with a stubborn heart! But what makes a heart stubborn is the human art... The art of not letting go and giving up,
who are you? who are you to belittle the ones who bleed to draw red hearts for you? who are you to make them feel like their wounds are not worth being covered by band-aids?
Love for me Is all black or white. For me, It's either I love you with All my heart and mind and soul And all my being
She is the most romantic girl in the writer's group, The guys fall for her profile pic and her words, Each day she comes up, with a romantic words and lines.
Those big warm hands which I have held since I was born are now not that bigger than mine Those huge bulky arms which swung me here and there are now not that enormous anymore
The vast blue sky turns pink at dawn. Have you ever wondered why? The vast blue sky turns orange at dusk. Have you ever thought why?
The desert sand clasped in my hand, Its golden threads delicately slip through my grasp; Like the memories That gently drain out of my soul,