God made road and said to him – you have the virtue to lead a man but also the vice that you can’t direct him.

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Its all the same weather asleep or awake.

In my dreams I move while my dreams move when I’m awake.

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That is not a poetry which doesn’t portray pain.

Even poets who appreciate beauty are dying to merge in with the same.

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People come and go

I quietly watch them depart

But the untouched goodbye, perched on the noon tide

Leaves a gap in my heart

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