Risks, maybe thrilling.

Hope, can be torturous.

Damaged, somehow clearer.

Fear, an uncanny protector.

Time, a healer and a killer.

Love, sometimes a curse.

Truth, may also be imperfect.

Restrictions, bizarrely sexy.

Failure, in a certain way a restart.

Burning bridges, can be kind.

And not getting the love of my life,

Sometimes it’s fine.

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You are going west again,

Lights have started dimming again.



Chirps are getting quieter,

Winds are getting cooler.



Swans are returning home,

Ripples are now getting calm.



Just like yesterday,

Just like tomorrow,don’t go.



Sun, why don’t you listen?

Help me freeze this moment.

So please stay.





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Warm Cup of Sunlight

I drank a warm cup of sunlight,

In this icy cold weather.

Little marshmallows,

And some chocolate chips,

Made the sunlight even more sweeter.

So If you are cold,

It’s is just for 5 dollar.

But only for you,

I’ll give it for free.

In return you kiss me,

By the Arabian Sea.






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Our whiskey times

Talking is easy,

Silent staring is hard.


Losing moments,

Staring into our lost past.


My eyes blush,

Reading his eyes smile.


Oh man!

It’s been a long time.


Then I listen to my own heart,

Demanding dangerous things.


Like the devil inside me is overtaking,

And I might give in.


But I walk past the dream,

Just staring in those eyes.


And his eyes still remembering,

Of our whiskey times.








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