LOVE THAT NEVER FADES!

LOVE THAT NEVER FADES!

“The love that never fades…”; she said,”I want that kind of story”
“It’s only in the fairy tales, Sarah”; he said,”that’s real in reel or theory!”
“Oh! That ain’t true my dear, coz love definitely finds you I feel…”
“You live in your own sweet dream world that is what I feel!”
“Dream or no dream, there’s someone meant only for you; whose footsteps in your life would move things up for you!”
“I don’t know about moving things is true, for it only changes a part & later everything of you!”
“And that’s the magic it creates, you start loving the things you hate”
“Oh don’t give me this crap; for I ain’t falling in this trap”
“What you call a trap that’s something I call bliss; But I’m afraid when you realize this you might have it already missed…!”
“I may or may not, that’s best known to time; Right now I’m too busy embracing this very while”
“I’d wait for that day my friend when you’d be at other side of the story; Truly absorbed in love, celebrating life like a trophy…
For love is love…it strikes first to the person consciously avoiding this trap; But trust me Nick… it’s worth having the crap!”

Copyright © Shweta Vaghela

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Bura Mat Mano, Bhaiyya, Holi Hain, But Keep You On Guard Of

Bura Mat Mano, Bhaiyya, Holi Hain, But Keep You On Guard Of

Bura mat mano, Holi hain,
Take you it not bad, it’s Holi,
The festival of colours,
Coloured water and coloured powder
Sprinkled over and thrown to,
Sprinkled and smeared with,
It’s Holi, Holi hain,
Bura mat mano, Holi hain,
The old and the children
All drenched in,
The old and the young
Looking colured-coloured,
Blackly and multi-coloured
And smiling and smiling
With the teeth too coloured
Red or green, blue or black
Looking like ghosts,
The hair dirty with coloured powder
And the faces strangely coloured,
But celebrate you, celebrate you
With restraint
Not by being a dullard
Without the senses,
A reveler totally lost
In revelry.

Copyright © Bijay Kant Dubey

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