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source Sleep did not knock on my eyelids again at night To cheer myself up I looked out of the window The moonlight, with her eyelids lowered Saw her busy writing a poem When she saw me She quickly entered

source We will meet next time In that small restaurant Whose light does not hurt the eyes Where there is neither so much darkness That the expressions of the face are hidden Nor so much light That the

source How many times have we made plans That we will go somewhere far away To spend holidays Just you and me And a total of seven days No noise of Cities No interference of work No household hassles That

source I wish it were like this that you become the sky... endless from end to end wide, vast, enormous... adorned with the crests of light peeking from the womb of white clouds... and then I become a

source I was the expanse of the ocean Immense and unfathomable... I had kept myself calm... So that I would throw up my own water... Self-proclaimed unconquerable... I never noticed The first ray of dawn...

source The canvas of life is full of wonders Every memory is ready to float in infinity Every moment is eager to be separated from the other moment Like a mystery... You are the form of this mystery of

source My friend I remember that day while taking the photo You were repeatedly telling me Keep your laughter controlled Neither less nor more... I would either burst out laughing Or become serious You

source The river is shrinking Its veil is shrinking It is afraid of the noise of the city It is afraid of the silence of the village... Now it does not run away It flaunts itself freely Its face no longer

source Dreams are generous, You are looking at Blue sky covered with clouds, Valley of flowers, Listening to melody of winds A squirrel comes running from the nearby jasmine bush, Sits on your palm You

source One big problem of being good is that you never doubt anyone's goodness You think that if this world exists, then good people must be present somewhere in this world You believe that people should

source You wanted to grow thorny bushes in our fields So that they spread all our wisdom On the ground And the feet of our thoughts Wherever they want to go Come back wounded You wanted to water these

source I have a desert I have some desert bushes And during the storm My Sun hides in these bushes Those who have their own desert They don't run after mirages They weave beautiful dreams from each and

source You should go out with the one you love Before sunrise, go far away from the bunker colony and cross over that bridge of faith built on the river of emotions which the gods sitting on the threshold

source My friend! My love! One day when after heavy rain the clouds will gather their tears when the winds destroying everything in anger will stop and will start touching my cheeks again when the fire

source Open the barrier of blocked streams Why is river scared? Say something Where is your flowing flow lost Where is your gushing stream lost Why has your bright water turned pale Why has everything

source Why does the cloud feel so proud with the gusts of the east wind? In the state of ecstasy, on whom does the cloud surround it? Summer burns within monsoon swells in the eyes Rising in the little

source There are so many beautiful things in the world The world itself The sorrows that hover around the heart Occasionally emerge Like a place beyond the heart Where love stays hidden Those books that

source The range of words is not ordinary The tune surrounds us the whole night The intoxication does not subside for days We keep humming without any reason Our feet revolve in rhythm every evening On

source I keep thinking about writing for many days, I wait But one day all my efforts to write melt away in the effort to stay alive They rot and perish in my hunger to remain in the world The news often

source If the word was a mirror, it would recognize the shadow that is dragged on long desert paths to find the cave that can accommodate the destination of man's search and desire If the word became a