Amith Singh Poems

You make such a mess of me that my heart moves from smoldering fire to ice. I'm happy i took this journey with you and will continue this path until we become the path itself.

If my ship sails from sight it does not mean my journey ends, it simply means the sea is rapid and there is torrent waves I must endure, I will not sail the straight path with you. Winds of hope carries my sails to you, everything carries me towards you. I am in pursuit of your love.
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Hope is the seed I sow to grow a tree of dreams.
Like a waterfall that plunges into abysmal depths I feed it optimism.
Hope blossoms inside the abysmal abyss. In autumn I harvest my garden which is overflowing with fragrance and colors of impalpable dreams.
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As I look through the fogged window, this storm reminds me of you!

Grey clouds engulf me and days are colorless without.
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