Saturday, September 24, 2011


Every stroke of my pen accustomed my heart
It smiles, it pains it creates a mystic art
It gathers heart mates on the beyond islands
It touches lot of silent souls weak and damn

Every line i made captured open minded being
It sparkles, it glistens and so do nurturing
It mingles soul mates in love and in despair
It wraps all the loving hearts full and vain

Every poem I made conquered passive thoughts
It lights,it whispers,it speaks,it shouts for toots
It shines in awe, it dispels doubts and dense
It hugs and kisses your souls empty and tense

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