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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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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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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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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Lonely Fair one should have,
To think of the self,
The mind is seeking soulful help,
There is hidden knowledge crave,
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O' your grace,
Have some pity,
And realise my feelings,
And let me love,
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Slapped In Face, could you guess; who I am? who I am?
Came slowly, glidded in; lost in and in and in;
Struggled to find the shore, but helplessly how could I find the door.
Did my deeds wholeheartedly;
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Eyes blissful and graceful glance,
I felt pleased when received at,
So felt I as blinking stars,
Miracle happened when you glittered
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Life does not teach in classrooms of certainty,
it whispers lessons through delay and loss.
Its syllabus is written in erasures,
its exams taken when we feel least prepared.
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Life does not teach in classrooms of certainty,
it whispers lessons through delay and loss.
Its syllabus is written in erasures,
its exams taken when we feel least prepared.
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Inventory of an Ordinary Life
I measure my life in unfinished lists,
dreams folded back into their envelopes,
days spent perfecting the art of waiting
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Effort is sown where certainty is thin,
A quiet vow made far from praise or sight;
It walks alone when easier paths win,
And keeps its flame alive through doubt and night.
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When dreams feel distant, blurred by passing days,
They drift like stars half-lost in morning light;
Once fierce with fire, they fade to softer haze,
Yet linger still beyond the edge of sight.
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The road between the promise and the now
Stretches in dust and unanswered delay;
It asks for faith with neither why nor how,
And tests the heart that chooses still to stay.
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We gather where the journey thinned our voice,
where footsteps faded into patient dust,
to mourn the selves we were before we learned
how much it costs to hope, to wait, to trust.
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Patience is the quiet song
the heart hums when hope grows tired,
a low note held through empty rooms
while dreams rest, unlit, unnamed.
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Here we stand for the one who waited, quietly,
who did not shout at fate or strike the door of time,
but sat with folded hope and patient breath,
trusting silence more than noise.
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