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Falling for you

A cold breeze - soft , smooth and divine. There she stands, at the top of the roof. Feeling the voluptuousness of air. She falls in love with the air when she realizes that the wind that is slowly sliding through the flicks over her forehead might have touched him too.. Somewhere!! At some part of this vast world.  When she looks at the moon , she stops there. And , stands under the magnificent dark sky . Standing still , glaring at the beautiful white pearl that shines against the black infinite sky. There is a thought in her mind , that somewhere he might be standing and looking at the same moon in the same night under the same vast-beautiful-sky .This makes her fall in love with the moon. She walks along the sea shore and  slowly dips her delicate feet in the calm-serene water wearing the pious peace of the heavens . Often , she feels his touch in those waves. She thinks that the droplets of water resting peacefully over her feet ,might have someday touched him too. ...
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Focus!

I have a friend . Her mind is a wanderer . It moves around , untamed. And the weirdest part is that she can spend hours and hours,  traveling in her thoughts. She tells that her mind is very playful . It doesn't know how to stop and sit at a place. One moment she's wondering about being an excellent scholar and the next moment she imagines herself wearing the Miss Diva crown.  Maybe, she walks around confidently carrying herself just the way that is expected of a 20 year old. But, that mind of hers is still a child. A little child that knows no restrictions and whose vocabulary is bereft of the term "Defeat" .  Unshackled, It goes on dreaming and sometimes giving her a reason to smile silently. That smile is an expression which pours put when she portrays herself in one of those dreamlike-situations out of the millions possible. Undoubtedly her mind lacks stability ,...
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Thoughts - UNBOUND !!

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It began where the rainbow ended, And lasted till the middle of nowhere. Of its mystique aloof existence, The only amulet was air. A transient bend of thoughts, Left me sunk in its charisma. Only me and my shadow stood there, Enthralled in thaumaturgical aroma. Those beautiful-occult raspberries, Peaking through unfurled leaves. Those umpteen lilac blossoms, Whom the janitor soil weaves. Trickling through my forehead, And into the eardrum. Far from zenith's heights, A traveller (raindrop)had come. It spoke about places, I had never been to. Of cherubics and seraphics, And the spells they do. Then a flurry of wind, Drove me ahead. I waded through rills, To a solitary shed. A journey to an isle, Without moving an inch. As THOUGHTS UNBOUND, Fly like a finch.
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