Love

to those who mourn

fickleness of love

raindrops dying on hot asphalt

I say

it is only love

that rises heavenwards

from blazing pyres

and flourishes green

on crumbling graves

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Time 2

victor, vanquished 
friend or foe 
time's grinding wheel
turns all to dust

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Time 1

carried by time's relentless rush 
soaring and crashing on unceasing waves 
eyes raised upto the sky 
I search for that lone unmoving star

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Pain

deeper the pain
deeper the furrow 
deeper the root 
of the joy that grows 
in the hallowed ground of heart

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