The Music of Love

I heard my name

Being called out

A thousand times

Or thousands more

But never did it sound

So divine, so special

As it did when it came

From your lips

I saw me seen

By everyone around

Numerous times

Or numerous more

But never did it look

So sublime,yet so real

As it did when it came

From your eyes

I thought often

They needed me

Often when they

Said that they did

But never did i feel

So requited,so wanted

As when the truth in you

Reached me within.... 

To create the music called love

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Craft

That road still carries

The freshness you left behind

This morning still shows

The beauty you made me find

The grass beneath me here

That remembers you once stood

This is the very place

That you had once been

The stillness in the air

That i can feel now

That was also there

Then when you made me

From scrap to metal

And then unto gold

I saw your craftsmanship grow

I, the craft, now complete

And left by myself

In this wonderful place

That you made me discover

To bask in my own glory

The halo of which is only

The consequence of your travail

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Inbox

Tryst with my destiny continued

As i flipped through life's pages

Sunny emotions dampened

By cloudy skies sans sun

And sleepless nights tormenting

As i fought with my turmoil within

Fumed within to find a respite

I searched for a pal

And got one who talked 

To me through mail 

Pleased with a downpour

In the scorching heat

I searched out my inbox everyhour

Somewhere to receive letters

Usually in an envelope

Through post delivered

Addresssed in detail

With more detail within

The details within

Getting lesser and lesser

With each passing day

Until one such day 

When there was no more

Of anything left to hold

Within or without

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