Ajiive Jay Biography

The great wheat field,
No ‘loner wheat',
All on close to other's shoulder,
They are, together sown and reaped!
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A silent cry of a migraine,
Like an industrial alarm in head!
All a remnant of night-depression.
Like loosing bangles, the falling sighs!
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Give me the voice-
Of a man,
I found in my teen.
He walked with me,
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Beloved! ,
What do you think-
Of 'broken toys'?
'useless! ..., ugly! ...
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Happy Valentine's day...............

Sweet...yet.....painful.....
the secret of this exotic mix
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