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SNair Apr 2015
i gave you a hand
you gave me a glance
i gave you a rose
you gave me a smile
i gave you my heart
you gave me  a kiss
no more can i ask
for nothing more i have
SNair Apr 2015
If I could be impossible
I will escape from the brightness of reality
To the lulling hypnotic
ocean of illusive dreams
SNair Apr 2015
I enjoy the beauty of
.                               the music of the silence
.                                the colours of black
.                                 the motion of the stillness
.                                  the eternity of heartbeat
For those beauty concealed and unseen are the most beautiful
SNair Apr 2015
i want to be singing like the nightingale
i want to be eternal like the pheonix
i want to be as fierce as the lion
i want to be as strong as the stone castles
i want be anything i'm not now
even if i'm happy now
then i want to laugh at those
who shed their name for being something they are not
SNair Apr 2015
what is music to heart
an enchanting embrace that gives birth to feelings
or an incredulous cure to all the maladies of life
or a comforting smile that breaks the chains of pessimism
or walking, talking, living poetry
SNair Apr 2015
Watching the rain
each drop hitting the green creepers and climbers
watching how
a single drop brought nothing but bliss to the nature
watching the way
leaves trembled and sand crumbled as rain fell
watching how the world was so beautiful  
and contented ,in the rain
without a single human
SNair Mar 2015
Maybe i was deaf and mute and even crippled with a foggy mind
But i heard your song
even called out for you
An impossibility of a mirage turning to a reality
The way you glanced made the uncertainity that quilted my mind ,melt

I danced to the silent music ,i mocked the nightingales
the agony was forgotten ,far far away
the mind that adored fretting about the unknown future,
fell silent ,closed his eyes
somehow my soul spoke
                          the tomorrows are never here
                              the yesterdays are never to be seen
                                    left with a blooming today
                                         left with the miraculous life
His language was alien but i grasped each word
Love hath power to melt the stones
stones that locked me in ,made me blind , made the world strange
love hath power that make everything divine
everything and anything
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