Nithin Jacob

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Nithin Jacob Poems

1. Mystic Steffy By /\/ J 3/29/2008
2. Dove 4/11/2008
3. Old Man 6/15/2008
4. Meet My Eyes 7/15/2008
5. Why You So Serious John? 8/4/2008
6. Cross Number Twenty Seven 8/14/2008
7. Flowers Don'T Fade 9/6/2008
8. I, You & Us 9/22/2008
9. 13th Floor 9/27/2008
10. 2 Minutes To Grave 10/6/2008
11. Piece Of Mind 10/8/2008
12. Seraph 11/18/2008
13. Lime And Cherry 11/25/2008
14. A Note In My Diary 11/25/2008
15. Fairy Tale 4/26/2009
16. Would You Sketch My Face? 4/26/2009
17. About A Boy 4/26/2009
18. ...Sounds Like A Bleeding Heart 4/26/2009
19. A Long Day... 4/26/2009
20. ~love Song~ 4/26/2009
21. ~`lime 'N' Cherry'~ 4/26/2009
22. Burn This Note Into Pieces... 4/26/2009
23. Find Me A Grave 7/22/2009
24. ...In A While 7/22/2009
25. A Place To Hide… 7/27/2009
26. All Black Back In Blues… 8/5/2009
27. ~ ~ Endless Desire 'N' Broken Promises ~ ~ 10/31/2009
28. … The Tale Ends 10/31/2009
29. The Color Of Sky... 10/31/2009
30. Spirits Of Evermore... 10/31/2009
31. Romantic Sight 9/18/2007
32. Life In Sepia 9/18/2007
33. Delusion 9/18/2007
34. Dead Man's Dream 9/17/2007
35. A Farewell Note 9/17/2007
36. Oak Tree 9/17/2007
37. A Girl's Fantasy 9/17/2007
38. Tribute & Tears 9/17/2007
39. Deply In Insomnia 9/28/2007
40. Anesthetized In A Crystal Glare 10/1/2007

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A Ballet With Death

In a cold misty day when you die,
Before you could close your eyes,
Memoirs flash before your eyes
On your day, flare with a wistful sense
Your friends & their profiles in a community
Some are popular and few not known
Your memories take you through the 90’s
You had fun, played games, shared harms
Now there is a tear in your eye, it’s deep

Because you have nobody to talk to
They all have gone leaving a mark aside

You lost your close friends in a calamity
It has gone and it was faster than a blaze
You see your album for the last moment
Bear a ...

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Tribute & Tears

True two face bound back on the screen
Awarded for scripting his story
Framed his work on a green wall
Staring through his glass read his creation
Long time ago there lived three militants
They stayed at home, shared their thoughts
His house was situated on hills, gave shelter
The militants were on a mission
To gift their life, to prevent aliens to enter

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