Manauwer Raza Poems

Love is a miracle,
as sweet as it can be…
That has always tempered many minds,
and will always remain a complete mystery…
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Few pages of life, that remained unturned...
belonging to a diary, which was never burnt...

the pages of the diary, which was almost banal...
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oh slumber...
wherefore art thou...? ? ?
come to me, when not in senses...
and pour me,
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I see nobody by my side,
a certain urge of plunge ignited beside…
But with my soul left all alone,
I find no one correcting me when ‘m wrong…
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I looked the other side of me
when I was lonely and everything around me…

Started scraping with the gust of wind
everything so serene and I was fearing within…
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I witnessed her
before the wind
and felt her
with the grasses
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Alone with my thoughts
Alone in my dreams
Alone in the night
Alone with my screams
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amidst who you are
and who you could be
amidst how it is
and how it should be...
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and everyone who sees her, wants her...
to be with her, to feel her...
to cherish her, to love her...
and if not the least, a part of her...
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am i allowed
to make a face
am i allowed
to change
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