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Just Friends Since childhood I love her I don't know why she also play, study ,roam with me, with me she laugh & cry. College separated but not togetherness, she still for me care, our parents were happy, sure we will marry, judged from there stare. collecting composure called her on terrace, sit with my knees bend, purpose her my love, ask for marriage are we not Just Friend? astonished I looked, profusely she laughed, 'We are couple.Why?'  'Our friendship I adore,many memories it store, Its ruining, don't try?' How to react is difficult to understand, sheepishly I smiled, friendship is first step towards love, still we have to go miles

A Story Yet Unwritten As a human being each one of us is capable of telling a story but many of us didn't know the correct way to express it so some tales becomes private for our own hearts only. Sometimes it is better they remain that way with the person who have written it in his/her heart for the pain engulfed in it. Such stories are unwritten yet complete for his/her. This poem is reflecting that love story of an untold love. Your glance has such an effect, nomadic I became, Like a story yet unwritten you connect, difficult to overcome. Despite having a clear view of our lives together, Still standing in queue is my first love letter. How to organize chapters of my life and fill it with your presence, What role you deserve? Friend, beloved or wife, depends my life's essence. Stuck in between from your silence, the tale of our love, Unable to gather my senses, I am failing in love. Words jumbled the day you left, inked in heart forever, Sweet little memories to bereft yearni...

Love : The Ultimate Destination According to me each day is the day of love. Whatever you do from your heart is an act of love an act for which you never feels bad and which never hurts anyone. Today, however is the official day of love i.e Valentine's Day the birthday of Saint Valentine who used to love children and give them food,clothes, sweets and toys. This day is now related more with romance than with its appeal of universal harmony and love. I wish you a happy Valentine's day with this poem. We all run for those things which have short or limited shelf life like money,power and property, all materialistic things which have an end. This poem is about that thing which keep you alive even after death.  Money! It decreases with distribution. No returns from any contribution. Power! Its grip loses with age and time, receives backbiting without spending a dime. Property! Other have share in these possessions, Depreciated in each period of recession.  Love! Which increases wi...