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sagar patil. Poems
Now Its In Front Of Me
still somewhere inside me. there is a little like remaining a new heartbeat came up i got to know that i am still alive
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when u were forced to cry.
when u were forced to cry, why laughing again we're distance even being together so why did i approach u
without you, did i like this? how did i live without you? with your memories, my night passed the moonlight talk tome about you.
Wherever I Am
wherever i am no matter where i am your memories are always with me should i tell someone
you are my whole world
you are my whole world you are like god to me somewhere in the shelter of your hearts i have found my self in your desires
Distance from you..
It's better to have distance from your memories, it makes living tough, This is that rain, that gives barrenness, what'll one get by getting drenched,
one heart wins in love while other loses every heart is chess place in love one heart proud in love
The Lonely Heart...
loneliness, this merciless loneliness came with u, ur memories come u let spring come again n again i remembered again
let me bear some pain
let me bear some pain.. let me remain alive from within my eye will turn dull let some tears fall
you are my night...
you are my night, my dawn you are my day you are god, my universe... you are my world
you are my love...
you are imprinted everywhere from my body to soul you have become my life since you met me
is it love thats captured me
now a day i sleep less or dream more at through god has something.. good in store at heart a prince
you are reality...
you are reality, as well as dream you are a river as well as thirst you are restlessness of heart
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Now Its In Front Of Me
still somewhere inside me.
there is a little like remaining
a new heartbeat came up
i got to know that i am still alive
some such tenacity
is there in this moment...
where was this moment of mine
now its in front of me.
should i do or should i live little..
should i kiss joys...
or should i cry a little..
should i die or should i live little..
the body burning down in the sun.
got the shade of a tree.
like the smile an angry kid
come back on a little cajoling..
something like that is what my heart
on the year ...