Emotional Fool Poems

Where are you?
When did we loosen the grip of our hands.
Are you lost in the labrinth of ego,
or nothing is visible in the fog of pain
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Standing in the middle of ruckus,
Pretending to listen, he stands
Hears a part of a story, then suddenly other's,
Wonders if its a disease or has he gone bonkers
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When those wet pearls roll down her cheek,
my soul trembles and my heart goes weak.

Her silence creates the sharpest shrills,
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Often I think what life is,
Some abstract statements,
Some raw analogies,
Always glide by my mind.
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