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| Experience such a morning. Believe in Love. |
One day I would,
Paint the skies with your color and,
Load the wind with your fragrance.
Love you like nature
One day I would,
Paint the skies with your color and,
Load the wind with your fragrance.
Labels:
Cognitive Distortions,
Gujarat,
Love
Miss Butterfly
Very, very beautiful and lively in May,
She appeared dressed in yellow one day.
She appeared dressed in yellow one day.
Her dress was coloured like a turmeric flesh,
With white splashes shaped as a mulberry fresh.
She halts and flows, and she sits and sighs,
Here and there, but never away from my eyes.
At all the places she sat, there flourished a flower,
Roamed free in my garden to spread a divine power.
Full of life, she appeared very gay,
One look at her and forget what to say.
Wondered in two minds, if I can go closer,
Or like a figment spirit, shall I just pursue her.
Labels:
Ahmadabad,
Cognitive Distortions,
Gujarat,
Love
tell me, tell me
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| Blue Rock Pigeons |
Tell me, Why were we apart?
Tell me, What yet haven't you told?
Tell me, Why you not met me before?
Tell me the time, Tell me the date.
If you can tell me, Very well tell my fate.
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