ashok jadhav

My dear love,
Devil in the mind,
Brings evil in the mind,
Because the devil in the mind,
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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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Love is love and love is love,
Whoever in love,
Flies in the sky,
Like that of Eagal,
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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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The past was past,
But the present is mine,
What our dream is star like shine,
The curse was called,
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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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(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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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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I went at dawn where the river bends,
While mist lay thin on meadow ground;
The earth was hushed, yet all alive
With breathing leaves and waking sound.
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I was a child of open fields,
Of barefoot paths and morning dew;
The sky was near, the grass was kind,
And every tree a friend I knew.
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At dawn I saw the farmer rise
Before the village stirred awake;
His roof was straw, his walls were bare,
Yet hope was bread he did not break.
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I walked alone where the hillside sleeps
Beneath a sky of widening blue;
No human voice, no hurried step,
Only the wind my companion knew.
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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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(The speaker paces or stands in front of a mirror, gesturing at their reflection as if arguing with themselves. Their voice shifts between anger, despair, and pleading.)
Monologue:
Who am I? Tell me!
Because I've looked in every mirror, walked every street,
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Grief learns to walk on tiptoe through the day,
Wearing a face the world will not mistrust;
Words ache within, yet choose the safer way—
To sink unheard into the heart's closed dust.
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(The speaker stands in a dimly lit room, eyes fixed on an invisible figure, voice rising and falling with desperation and longing.)
Monologue:
Do you know what it's like… to see someone every day
and feel your heart split in two every time they smile at anyone but you?
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(The speaker sits alone, hunched forward, hands clasped tightly. Their voice is heavy, sometimes breaking, as if the words themselves hurt.)
Monologue:
I can't undo it.
I can't. No matter how many times I plead with the past,
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Sing, O Hearth, witness to dynasties in miniature,
Of Heroes—siblings—waging epic wars over kingdoms small,
Where chairs become thrones, blankets are fortresses,
And every toy a relic of contested sovereignty.
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The air stands hushed, as if it holds its breath,
No leaf dares speak upon the waiting tree;
The sky lies pale, rehearsing scenes of wrath,
Yet wears a calm that feels like mockery.
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The dawn slips silver through the veil of night,
As if the sky forgets the dark it wore;
Old stars grow pale before the growing light,
And hours loosen what they held before.
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