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Just a conversation that I never had . Just in case you can't understand the context.

My love for Scrabble

My love for Scrabble is like a fire burning bright, A passion that flares up with every letter placed just right. With every word I form, my excitement starts to soar, As I outsmart my opponents and add to my score. The thrill of finding words that others cannot see, Is like a treasure hunt, a victory. The tiles, they call to me, like gems upon a board, Each one a puzzle to be solved, a challenge to be adored. With every game I play, my love for Scrabble grows, A love that knows no bounds, a lov

All the love that I forswore

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तेरे बगैर रह नहीं पायेंगे

तेरे बगैर रह नहीं पायेंगे... मर भी नहीं सकते जी भी नहीं पायेंगे... तुमने तो भूला दिया मगर हम कभी भुला नहीं पायेंगे... तुम्हारे साथ बिताया हर पल जब याद आता है जुबां पर मेरी तेरा ही नाम आता है तुम्हारी एक झलक पाकर दिल मचल जाता है तेरा मुस्कुराना इस गरीब को बहुत भाता है तुम्हारी हर अदा पर मैं मरता हूं मैं तुमसे हद से ज्यादा प्यार करता हूं क्या हुई खता जो ऐसी दी सजा क्या इसी में है तुम्हारी रजा मिल कर साथ जीने में ही है मजा खैर... तुम्हारी तस्वीर को दिल से मिटा नहीं पायेंगे सच कहता हूं जाना तेरे बगै

Love Story Poetry

Kabhi udaas ho jayo to btana mujhe fir se apna dil denge tumhe khelne k liye

Death on the Seas - Contemporary Nigerian Poetry

The world is seen by some as a sea (of efforts, hope, rewards) and everyone is seen as a sailor. Some sail through while some fall. This is a tribute to all those that fell.

Middle class boy's life and love...

A love story and the life of middle class boy's in poverty...

Speak to me

Speak to me, my love, with words that flow Like a gentle stream, soft and slow Tell me of your hopes and dreams, Of all the things that make you gleam Speak to me, my love, and pour out your heart Let the words you say be a work of art Let them be a beacon of light, Guiding us through the darkest night So speak to me, my love, and let your voice be clear For it is the sound that I hold dear It is the sound that brings me peace, The sound that brings me to my knees Speak to me, my love, and let y

So i left

I saw your happy without me . .. . So i left

TRULY I LOVE YOU

.........How do I....... How do I tell you That your touch melt my heart like dews And your words Pierce my heart like a sword. How do I tell you That ever time I stare at you I wish I could hold your hands And lie lie by your side. How do I tell you That every word I say to you I utter with fear And a drop of tear. How do I tell you in your arms I wish to sink And from your lips I wish to drink Our heads I will link And your lovely eyes I wish to stare without a blink. How do I tell you How muc

Poetry love

Unsent Love Letters

026 Scribbles written on a piece of paper, an emotion and feelings of an admirer. Confession were marked in each pages, freeing the emotions from its cages. Black ink formed words, sealed inside the envelope as a letter should. Each lines were full of admiration, a pure and innocent adoration. On these letters, a tale was mold, a secret story that is yet to be told. On these folded papers lies the hidden feelings, a strange and crazy emotions that clings. However, these letters were remain hidde

WHAT'S YOUR JERRY?

Have you ever been lost in the chase for your heart's desire?

Ager apGalat ko galat nai keh skty

Advice in deep but simples words must read before leave my page

Tab tum roo doge

This one is for your parents

Dear Love

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Father's Love

Every father loves his child a lot. My father also loves me a lot. I am proud of him.

Sad poetry

Good

Don't You Ever Love a Poet

015 Don't you ever love a poet for they are a fool. Playing with deep and flowery words to write their unexpressed emotion. They don't have anything to offer. They don't have money nor gigantic castle, They can't give you your desire nor your needs. Really, they are useless. Holding a pen day and night, Conquering things with all their might. Thinking bloody words to write, Setting the candle as the light In this darkness that blocks their sight. During this midnight's cold, A poem is mold. Emot

Love 💕 poetry

Love poetry