Satyapriya Gupta

I wish I was a tree,
With green leaves and sway free.
The water coming down from the clouds,
Embarks the beautiful object in its bouts.
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I think about you all the time.

You are the first thought as i open my eyes in the morning
AND
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Friend! Friend! friend is all one seek,
beautiful, loving, caring and meek,
wanting a friend is everyone's need,
as they all want one while feeling low and weak.
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We crib, we cry,
We hurt, we hide.
We are happy, we are gay,
Our feelings sometime make us pay.
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Your love for me I find so sublime,
Lights up my heart like a candle burning in dull mind.

I, before an untouched being,
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I want to die, I want to die,
I want to die so bad,
Embrace death and go to the death land.
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Tonight will be the night,
For the night will be mine.
Tonight my lover I shall not call you,
For the heart of mine does not want you.
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I don't want to write,
neither do i want to think,
how do i help these words coming to my mind,
'tis driving me mad and insanely crazy,
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Talking about the human smartness,
We stand up for his rankness.
Be it everything or a mere conversation,
Hats off to him for his uniqueness.
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Sorry: heavy yet just a five letter word,
To apologize; such a difficult verse,
Forgiveness, the remedy for a broken curse,
Braveheart is you, don't leave me midway: in a rush.
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Yet again the memories of you play their part,
Yet again you strike a chord in my lonely heart,
Yet again the winter evenings remind the beautiful past,
Yet again the heart wants to relive the painful blast.
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Promises were made never to part,
Love was returned in its sweet path,
Again left alone like a tortured tart,
Will i survive? Questions the heart.
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As i watch the rain,
I feel the cloud's pain,
The dry earth in vain,
Rejoices the droplets, simply plain.
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A beautiful day of sunshine.
An even calmer peaceful night,
All in my arms to make a sublime sight,
Here from my terrace i take my plight.
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In my treasure box, I have memories of you,
Bitter and sweet, of different hue,
Brightens me up with its residue,
I have a diamond, dint have a clue.
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She can hear the bell ringing,
Loud and clear; blinging,
On her swing made of flat tyre,
She goes round and in a gyre.
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After the rain, there's always sunshine,
Alike i forget the pain and wear a smile,
When all's in vain and nothing seems fine,
He holds my hands and cheers up my mind.
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With sad tears in unfathomable eyes,
His life, methinks, is full of despise,
A young soul devoid of life's surprise,
The urchin boy walks on as he cries.
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