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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(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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Thy absence weighs more heavy than thy stay,
A quiet grief that hums in empty rooms;
Each hour repeats thy name in dull delay,
While memory blooms where present silence looms.
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To love is to unfasten every shield,
And stand exposed where tender truths reside;
The guarded heart, once closed, is slowly healed
By risking all it longed so much to hide.
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When storms of doubt assail the weary mind,
And days grow sharp with unrelenting care,
I turn to thee, a harbor softly kind,
Where wounded thoughts may rest and breathe repair.
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My heart leans forward where thy absence lies,
A restless tide drawn moonward by thy name;
Each hour extends the distance through my eyes,
Till time itself grows heavy with the flame.
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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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Not in loud vows nor in the public gaze
Does love reside that binds the heart so deep;
It grows in quiet thoughts and hidden ways,
Where secrets wake and wounded feelings sleep.
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Not born of earth alone, this love descends
From heights where mortal prayers in silence rise;
A sacred flame no human hand intends,
Yet lights the heart like truth before the eyes.
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When hours decay and numbered seasons flee,
My love stands firm where clocks have lost their power;
No rust of years can lay its claim on thee,
Nor steal one vow from fate's devouring hour.
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In thee, all scattered virtues find their whole,
As stars converge to crown the midnight sky;
No fault intrudes upon thy measured soul,
For even flaws in thee grow dignified.
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Not in the rose alone thy beauty lies,
Nor in the gold the morning lends thy hair;
It dwells within the light behind thine eyes,
A grace no fleeting mirror can declare.
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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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O Love, thou art a flame no time can quell,
A beauty shaped by heaven's perfect hand;
In thee, all broken hearts are made to dwell
In peace no mortal sorrow may command.
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