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UNIQUE MIRTH                                                                     NOSTALGIC LOVE

                                                                                                      May be we are unique
                                                                                                      Love is not all Greek !                                                          Not tasting relief, which is wandering into blur time
                                                                                                      Moon kisses sea,                                                                 Lazy muscles of heart cough in vain
                                                                                                      Sun kisses the earth                                                             Given up smile from my healthy skin
                                                                                                      Feeling so ecstatic and mirth                                                    Not adapting myself  into lonely shelter of singleness
                                                                                                      Why not thine, be mine...                                                        My happy interior no more sees spring around
                                                                                                      Mountains clasp the sky                                                          Totally in Ruins pleasant eclipse my soul
                                                                                                      Dont possess eyes                                                                Solitary thoughts getting infected by doubting flames
                                                                                                      Even cuddle rainbow, cherish                                                     Hard to breathe in free air which slices my artful poetry
                                                                                                      Times to times, even rivers hug oceans, clinging so tight                        Clinging to my hopeful dreams, not letting go optimistic era
                                                                                                      Never let go off each other                                                      Freighting against my setting sun of hope
                                                                                                      Why can’t we be one,                                                             I am lying alone but with your lovely phantom of love
                                                                                                      When our soul rock like might...                                                 Reminiscences overpowering all streets of brain
                                                                                                      Birds love beyond words,                                                         Untouched no more is heart, being teased by Spears of past
                                                                                                      No gestures, flocking in herds                                                   I am in oar less yacht, Tripping towards anonymous destiny
                                                                                                      Meeting beaks, being true to each other, affinity always seeks
                                                                                                                                                                                       At the peak, gazing at your eternal existence
                                                                                                      We possess words,
                                                                                                                                                                                       A green flag waves off for hurdle free trip
                                                                                                      Expressive gestures and so loving faith and trust
                                                                                                                                                                                       I am smooching our mutual Deposited love
                                                                                                      Who dare dissever us
                                                                                                                                                                                       Caressing and being Caressed by fully stitched lovely refugee
                                                                                                      If love like ocean is deep
                                                                                                                                                                                       Not found, still I am lost, not in dark pastures of time
                                                                                                      As we possess
                                                                                                                                                                                       But inside noisy chants of our precursive talks.
                                                                                                      It always mutually thrusts...
                                                                                                      Breeze licks leaves cheeks
                                                                                                                                                                                       @Parkash Pencia
                                                                                                      Getting intimated with dew drops
                                                                                                      Which love seep, teasing the innocent hairy flower’s petals
                                                                                                      Getting blended so deep
                                                                                                      Why should we just peep,
                                                                                                      Non-living's love more than living's
                                                                                                      Sans feelings yet love affinity they keep,
                                                                                                      We being above, well born for love
                                                                                                      In downpours of love trenchant
                                                                                                      We must steep..              @Parkash Pencia

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