Richa Dhodi

I walked on this road
Without a worrying end
Three years long phase
I sensed a cordial shelter
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I met no one, so perfect like you,
I met no one, whose heart is guiltless like you,
And hold no thought of vanity,
And given hopes don’t delude.
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Why his absence made me pale and mute?
Why his presence was so exclusive?
Why I m so dull and wan now?
Why still I wait for his Knock?
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Life show me wonder of hues,
As it acquaintance with different conduct,
There is a mixture of fun and sorrow which hang around,
And all side I move but I don’t find a true bond.
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Weep no more, weep you no more,
Reconcile all past sorrows and dispose,
Don’t shower your anguish like a sad fountain,
And travel with the pace of pain,
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I weave his talks,
And store as thoughts…
To twinkle his charm …
Till his next meet…
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What about the true love
That existed long back
I m still young and of this generation
But I feel later year guys were of major interest.
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I discovered a stunning stillness,
‘SILENCE’ a musical wave,
My thoughts dint appear beautiful than this time,
I felt, I regained my inner dead Emotions,
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Love is a blend of headstrong desire
And it melts one to possess the admire
Life phase lifts a new face
And things mold new pix to shoot
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Thoughts are alone heavers as our entity,
Transcending more to individual state,
Question emerges...
Why my creation and who my creator … what am I as an individual?
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Destiny is destined,
What is decided by him is fated,
And we sometime stop our selves thinking we can’t do this,
But honest application and focused actions can lead to tangible achievements,
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He will see me no more,
I ponder to revoke ‘thoughts,
Put crush to this insipid love,
Future vision ‘thoughts soothe me with ease,
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Three years long span
Wait… ushered
By my side
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I don’t call myself a lonely person,
Even if, I sit alone and dream,
I m always accompanied by dear friend,
Who instruct… How to execute…
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She gives me a vibrant feel,
Her moves are all so cheering,
She holds a lucid meaning for her work,
Her depictions are a relished content to see,
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I hold a second life,
As I m saved from an imperil cost,
And just hit by minor injuries on face.
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I m tired with the endless torments,
When will the time come, she will not heave me to disdain,
I gave her time to identify with my actions,
But time went by and nothing resulted.
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Evening beauty holds its own charm,
Each time, I see sunset slope with endearing dim,
I want to rush and feel that vanishing beam,
As if, to hold, the finger of the ‘Life’s Beam ‘...
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Now, I don’t hold solace in your presence,
You have changed, that what I can gather,
All charm ness and beauty in our rapport,
Is not seen,
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I grieve and cry but I dare not dislike you,
I love and yet I m not enforced to hate,
I seem bare mute but inwardly do prattle,
And question, ‘what relation do I share? ’
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