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Beautiful ways
Memories with deep feelings,
Are like always retracting emotions,
They drop like sticky cob web hanging from the ceilings,
And retrieve many moments filled with deep sensations,
Sometimes they lead to poignancy,
And sometimes they bring flashes of her sweet memories,
And then the heart struggles to find its buoyancy,
Because the mind willingly all these moments carries,
Poor heart’s every perversion,
Fails to convince the mind to consider the heart’s requests, the heart that keeps it alive,
Alas the mind is a slave to her memories and her beautiful sensation,
And without bearing her feelings in no other thinking avenues it wishes to dive,
So the heart beats with a sense of precariousness,
While the mind seeks her sensations, her feelings and enters a state of meditation,
Where it only ponders on her feelings and her loveliness,
And the poor heart becomes the victim of its own creation,
Of loving, of feeling, of emoting, of beating just for her,
And as the mind becomes unresponsive,
I neither think of my anguished heart, my inactive mind, but just about her, and only about her,
And wait and hope that the reality becomes a little bit sensitive and a bit more submissive,
But destiny that turns the wheels of time and everything,
Has its own plans to execute and fulfil,
To it love, lovers, feelings do not mean anything,
Because it obeys someone else’s heart’s will,
For destiny is true to her emotions and her love affair,
And I too then proclaim I am devoted to my memories and their every sensation,
And loving her is by all means sensible and fair,
For if destiny can do what it pleases, my heart and mind too shall seek their destiny in their most loving destination,
So let destiny play its game and cast the heart and mind in time’s bottomless well,
But let it know, that we all- my heart, my mind and I, shall fill it too with her sensation,
And then time may bid to every other life’s pursuit its final farewell,
And then mine shall be the destiny and I shall live with her in the world that will be her beauty’s creation,
So, let my heart love her enough,
Let my mind think of her always,
For time and destiny maybe tough,
But love and facts always find their new and beautiful ways!
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