ashok jadhav

My dear love,
Devil in the mind,
Brings evil in the mind,
Because the devil in the mind,
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The past was past,
But the present is mine,
What our dream is star like shine,
The curse was called,
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Remember the day when we met,
In my beautiful chamber of gate,
There was peace and silence spread,
Door was shut and comfort zone had different thread,
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My dear, it takes a time,
To become water of the ice,
As setting sun takes a time to rise again.
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When I entered in your minds eyes,
I forgot all my painful worries,
And I remember nothing dear,
And my memories are wiped out,
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Love is love and love is love,
Whoever in love,
Flies in the sky,
Like that of Eagal,
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(The speaker stands alone at dusk. A half-packed suitcase lies at his feet. Papers—plans, letters, dreams—are scattered around. He speaks to the silent sky.)
So this was the plan.
This—neatly measured, carefully folded future.
I charted it like a map,
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My dear, you are crystal clear,
Your mind is crystal clear,
And your soul is also clear.
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No word dares cross the threshold of my tongue,
For fear might bruise the truth it longs to tell;
This love lives quiet, patient, deep, and young,
A secret kept where only heartbeats dwell.
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One sudden glance, and all my world stood still,
As if the stars had paused to learn thy name;
A silent spark obeyed no thought nor will,
Yet set my guarded, quiet heart aflame.
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I stand where your shadow once fell,
hands pressed to the threshold of memory,
listening for the echo of steps
that will never come again.
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When grief lay heavy on my heart,
I left the town's unceasing cry,
And sought the path where wildflowers grew
Beneath the open, patient sky.
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Through screens and texts our fleeting moments pass,
A "like, " a heart, a message sent at night;
Yet in these pixels, sparks of feeling mass,
And whisper soft that something feels more right.
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A message sent, yet left unopened there,
A "seen" that haunts the heart with quiet ache;
The perfect words dissolve into thin air,
And screens betray the risks we dare not take.
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No trumpet sounds to herald what I feel,
Nor grand display can mark the love I give;
In gentle acts, my steadfast heart reveals
A quiet truth by which our souls may live.
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Pride raised a wall where love had built a door,
And silence spoke where truth might yet have healed;
We read our fears in words we heard before,
And turned away from what the heart concealed.
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The moon leans low to hear our whispered vows,
While stars bear witness, silent, bright, and kind;
The roses blush where dew adorns their brows,
As if they know the secrets of the mind.
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One fleeting kiss, yet etched beyond all time,
A spark that lingers where the heart resides;
Its memory rises, sweet and so sublime,
A tide that swells though endless distance hides.
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To love is more than pleasure or delight,
It shapes the soul as sculptors shape the stone;
It turns the shadowed day into the bright,
And molds the heart through trials all its own.
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Not bound by flesh, nor fleeting passion's sway,
This love resides where mind and spirit meet;
It lifts the soul beyond the common day,
And finds in thought a rhythm calm and sweet.
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