Poetry

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Poetry is not a rhyming spoof

It is an artiste creation

Doesn’t need any interpretation

Just go with the flow

To tantalize your creative side though

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Poetry has no space for a doom

Though it can touch the gloom

In your heart

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Poetry is a niche

Poetry is a haiku

Poetry can touch your heart

Make you laugh make you cry

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The long wait

Scintillating beautifully marveled

She stands by the pillar

Waiting for someone special

Looking at the delicately

Decorated wrist with a watch

Longing for the special one

As if it’s been too long

Since she met him

Dazzling among the diamonds

Under a street light

Creating sparkle to the night

With only a hint of make-up

Holding on to her clutch bag

With all the glitterati.

Holding on to meet some one special

She stands there with that expression of longing

In her eyes

And it seems time has stopped here for her

While she waits for her only one.

Prelude to our love

Here i am again
with the same
old story
of ours
Yet with a new beginning
of our love story
conditioned to every probability
our love can have.

Here i am with you
with yet another
sombre free, gay and hearty
beginning to our love story
marking a new union of
love and romance
without any prelude or an end.

Dazed with mere imagination
of communion of two lovers.
Here i am with yet another poem
of our love.

Singing to the tunes and dancing to the rhythm
of our love
yes.our very own self -profound love
ignorant of the world beyond
unknown to the limit of the limitless fondness of each other.

Here i am with you amidst our love for each other.