Calmness seldom exists, chaos abruptly erupts and uproar claims my world when you are around.
And when you are not, there is serenity, but it is never a bliss
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Calmness seldom exists, chaos abruptly erupts and uproar claims my world when you are around.
And when you are not, there is serenity, but it is never a bliss
Copyright © Shantanu Baruah
I was a man with lost thoughts, but your love weaved all my random words into a lyrical saga
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Like the gladiator,
but in captivity of her soul,
Caged but not tamed,
Held but not owned,
She walked the path defined by her,
Not an object to be possessed,
Or a future to be told,
But a desire to long for a lifetime
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The bright side of life is often hidden in the darkest corner of a fearful mind
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The world is never the same,
The nights are darker than black,
The satin rules the roost when you drift away from my life.
Much like the dark moon night,
When the moon repose to everyone’s fright,
All deprive of that soothing light.
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Dancing wild in some boisterous thunderstorm,
Disheveled and scattered,
Draped in darkness,
Lost in the canvas of wilderness,
The raindrops fighting hard to sustain the squall.
And when the gale abates,
The fortitude prevails despite broken scape,
Those millions of helpless drops come together to form a gushing stream,
Flowing with vigor,
Defeating the ostensible destruction.
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You sparkle souls and make visages shine even with that thought of yours casually sauntering people’s mind.
Like the clouds shining bright in the darkest of night when the moon decides to gently drift by.
You are a celestial phenomenon,
a passionate verve.
Even the full moon envies your presence,
for you eclipse it with your valiant light.
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When the soul is divine the demeanor is always pleasing
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Battling the darkness,
fighting the malign,
jostling adversity,
dodging cosmic signs.
Like a gladiator’s grit,
the moon repels and morphs.
Every shape being unique,
every shine to behold.
Not very different from you,
for your best comes to display when the stakes are against you.
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