I died long time back
Buried in the soil of my homeland
Where I was wandering freely
My spirit was at its pure
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Sweet sound of sparrow
Awakened my mornings
Fragrance of fresh flowers
Mingles with your breath
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Thoughts come to me
Like a breeze
And inside me they freeze
When pain melts
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There is no one, other than you
Who think of you,
There are no memories, other than
Your own mirror image,
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It's shadow or body
I do not know
But I bow with my whole heart
And pray for the life of ephemeral flowers
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Our life ends
Where love begins
A road to the heaven
And a lock on the heart
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Divorce
Thorns grown up on innocent
Flower’s chest
Eyes are bleeding
Parents just got divorced
Dear Aashish, Read a couple of of your original works, How true are your words in your one liner 'Intercourse' Waiting to read a lot more Regards Santhosh Vijayakumar
Hello Aashish, Thank you for comment to my poem. I like 'Idea Of Truth'. Keep writing Best regards
I have read almost all the poems.Iliked it.Keep on writing. With love Ash
Aashish I can't say except that I appreciate greatly our rare friendship; I didn't know India is so Incredible; dear you are INCREDIBLE!
Aashish, I have read seventeen of your poems and I loved all of them. Now I have to sleep - dream and look forward to reading the other thirty eight. Egal...
your poems are very nice thing... wrote every day...love with