ashok jadhav

My dear love,
Devil in the mind,
Brings evil in the mind,
Because the devil in the mind,
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My dear, it takes a time,
To become water of the ice,
As setting sun takes a time to rise again.
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The past was past,
But the present is mine,
What our dream is star like shine,
The curse was called,
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My dear, you are crystal clear,
Your mind is crystal clear,
And your soul is also clear.
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When I entered in your minds eyes,
I forgot all my painful worries,
And I remember nothing dear,
And my memories are wiped out,
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Love is love and love is love,
Whoever in love,
Flies in the sky,
Like that of Eagal,
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(The speaker stands alone at dusk. A half-packed suitcase lies at his feet. Papers—plans, letters, dreams—are scattered around. He speaks to the silent sky.)
So this was the plan.
This—neatly measured, carefully folded future.
I charted it like a map,
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Remember the day when we met,
In my beautiful chamber of gate,
There was peace and silence spread,
Door was shut and comfort zone had different thread,
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I held your name beneath my quiet chest,
A flame that burned though no one saw it glow;
Each memory a guest that would not rest,
A river flowing where I cannot go.
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Time leans its full weight on the patient mind,
Each second stretched, a thread about to break;
The future flickers, close yet undefined,
A door that trembles, slow to open, wake.
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When nights grow long and faith begins to fray,
Despair sits close, a shadow without name;
Yet in that dark, a breath of fragile day
Stirs like an ember fed by quiet flame.
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Grief learns to walk on tiptoe through the day,
Wearing a face the world will not mistrust;
Words ache within, yet choose the safer way—
To sink unheard into the heart's closed dust.
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The mind builds rooms where echoes never sleep,
Each thought a footstep pacing back and forth;
Smiles guard the doors where private sorrows keep,
And silence learns the language of their worth.
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The sun slips low, its gold already thin,
Like laughter worn by years it cannot stay;
Young hours glow, then quietly give in
To shadows learning how to lengthen day.
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The sea waits wide beneath the patient moon,
Its breathing slow, a lesson carved in blue;
It learns the names of storms, yet answers soon
With calm that time alone has taught it true.
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Spring wakes the heart with green, unguarded dreams,
A tender hope that trusts the world's embrace;
Summer burns bright with fierce and restless schemes,
Its golden hours too swift for us to trace.
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The night loosens its grip on weary skies,
Stars fade like debts the darkness can't repay;
A timid glow along the horizon lies,
Learning the courage needed to be day.
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The air stands hushed, as if it holds its breath,
No leaf dares speak upon the waiting tree;
The sky lies pale, rehearsing scenes of wrath,
Yet wears a calm that feels like mockery.
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The dawn slips silver through the veil of night,
As if the sky forgets the dark it wore;
Old stars grow pale before the growing light,
And hours loosen what they held before.
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Love as Meaning Itself
(Shakespearean Sonnet)
Not in the gold of kings, nor fleeting fame,
Nor triumphs writ upon the fleeting page,
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