Afzal Juneja

I see you in my dreams,
I see you in my book,
Ohh my,
I can feel you, in every single look.
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Hold my hand,
Walk with me,
On a fluffy sand, besides a raging sea.
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Then they exchanged their watches
and walked away,
Trusting the thought, that their time
may collide someday.
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I wonder,
That mystery, of hollow sky,
Those cemetery, of undesirable lies,
The pleasure of word ''My! '',
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That day, i wanted a shoulder to wail like never before.
Then, i realize that I am the only loner on that rainy shore.

That day, my dreams were fading out with the brutality of rain.
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The raw materials and stinky oils ​are​ ​its​ intakes,
Pleasing and fabricated dress is the result; as it makes,
Stitch in stitch, beauty in beauty, single thread can't be miss,
The machine makes an awful noise, while it tailors bliss.​​
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The street in the summer morning,
Pale yellow with bright sunshine,
Withered tree awaits the buds, so the heart of mine,
A Reflection from her glimpse conquered my eyes,
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A timely raised question in one subconscious,
But all courage petrified, with a desire to chase it in conscious.
"What if, I am on my death bed? "
Is it swinging childhood or ambitious teen,
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As she gets ready and walks down the road,
Everybody's eyes stuck alike the saliva in their throat.

As her hair fringes floats and teases the wind,
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I saw a ninja in my dream,
A ninja unlike a ninja, I guess you might've seen,
He questioned, 'How are you? and Where have you been? '
I replied, 'What? ​ Who are you​? ​ and what do you mean? '
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For me, the scenario of,
Those sky kissed, snowy mountains,
And that sun settling, in an endless sea,
Were the only natures exquisite sight.
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I walk a path which seems to be,
Obscured and blurred.
.
I see a dream to which I am,
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A wild river passes by,
How to get on the other side?
As waves falls low, so they rises high,
Down set the sun with a saffron light.
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A street full of hunters with empty guns,
And the birds were scared to swing their wings.
An accordionist plays polka in the corner,
But doesn't know what to sing.
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The sea was dark,
So the night too.
I can feel the water,
But can't see my hands.
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​There's a path through the woods,
Where the sun may weep,
But will never be replaced by the moon.
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Door unlocked. And entered my room. All alone,
The cold blanket of silence, wrapped all around me.
A Mirror. Reflections. My beard looks overgrown,
Vision is clear still, obscurity sneaks; wherever I see.
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I have never seen such chastity ever in my life,
I see it,
When i gaze into your hazel eyes.
Your single glimpse gives a vigorous vibe,
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When old pals laugh,
Level of insanity exceeds,
Its Like, after a long wait of thousand years, few devils
meet.
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