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Opens eyelids early in the morning

Thinking of that beauteous damsel

Brings an intrinsic smile

Forenoon seems white and bright

Waiting desperately for the rendezvous

Eagerly, steadfastly on the road

She striding towards me with that beam

My heart go mushy as a whipping cream

Clutching each other’s hands

Walking blabbing mindlessly

Unaccompanied by the notions about

What the world perceives

What the world means

Way she untie her hair and laugh

Gazes me with those eyes of seraph

Brings my breath to halt

Call you cookie, dearie, honeybunch

Sunshine, sugar, oh my girl

Still not sufficient to elucidate

Sweetness, cheerfulness, marvel, hanker

With which I bide my life

Recollect the times when we

Link my name with her, or yours with him

Hurt each other, then apologise

Chew and gallop the junk, like there’s no after­time

then faulting each other, making eat the mouthwatering stuff every time

My love, don’t you ever change the way you are

you are echo of my silence, the key to all my locks

Every day is a battle, trying to tear us apart

No matter how hard they push, we won’t let it go

The most beautiful thing I ever attained

Am crazy about , Can’t live without

Promise we'll be together with no doubt.

FuNeRALs

Funerals make us cry, make us realise the importance of the dead in our life, the way he eulogised us, the way he bothered us. But the truth is funerals are not for us to sigh, grieve and makes other cry but they are for the persons associated with the dead to give them a hope of living their hopeful life again. Life is full of experiences, expectations and people but unfortunately, everything is transient, everything is mortal. One never liked his relatives but when it comes to funerals, ironically they'll be the ones whom you will love the most. Deaths bring a paradigm shift in the life, they break the comfort zone and makes us witness the dependencies in our life. It fills resentment in the heart of the things left unsaid. Where is the wealthiest place in the world? It's not the US, it's Not Dubai. It's the graveyard because in the graveyard you will find inventions never invented, businesses never erected, songs never sung, books never written, ideas never nurtured and people never realised because they were scared to take a risk.  People say " The person is only a memory now, just a memory so one needs to move on" . Memory?? Memory makes a man what he is today. Ask from a person who is suffering from Amnesia! And the absence of that memory itches you every time when you encounter anything associated with the dead.  I've heard in a movie and I found it really good that " Funerals are not for the dead, they are for the living.".