Don’t you have love? Then at least
tune the beats of heart.
Don’t you have mood? At least dream.
Don’t you have pain of tune? At least
Feel the tone.
Finally don’t you have love? Now
at least create an imagined script of tune.
- Revan
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Don’t you have love? Then at least
tune the beats of heart.
Don’t you have mood? At least dream.
Don’t you have pain of tune? At least
Feel the tone.
Finally don’t you have love? Now
at least create an imagined script of
tune.
- Revan
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She is standing out of heart.
Waves of love touch her feet
for feel.
She never bent in front of
feelings and sound of love.
Simply standing toward of
beats.
Every wave gave happiness
in her face with calm air.
variation of feelings create
drizzle in her heart.But it
never filled with lots of
drops.
Now every drop are collected
in my heart to touch her feet
for feel.
While she is still drought of
Love and standing out of
heart.
- Revan
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why it is in human heart.
It never goes green on
body but it affect log
life.
Every movement it needs
even animals. Beginning
it feels sweet. But day by
day it became sweetest
poison. Because it never
left alone the heart. And
feels good in poison ate man
ner.
It generate with lots of
It never goes green on
body but it affect log
life.
Every movement it needs
even animals. Beginning
it feels sweet. But day by
day it became sweetest
poison. Because it never
left alone the heart. And
feels good in poison ate man
ner.
It generate with lots of
wants and create problems of life.
Happiness is the creamy layer of
sweetest poison.
By nearest or affectionate.
Some time it surround by
imitate. But finally effect
is as usual.
But why it is in human
heart.?
- Revan
But why it is in human
heart.?
- Revan
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Garden of love. There is no
another thing except love of
breath.
Breath of love touches every
affection able heart. But hearts
don’thave single view to watch.
They can feel only.
Breath waved in the air for beats.
But beats has multiple hearts. Share
its love every one. Every were.
For love of breath stone also getting
melted.And ready to cut itself for a
sculpture of breath.
But beats never melted for love of
breathes. Shared itself again and
again with other.
Breath never understand and lost
there lives. But still sole of breath
waved for beats.
- Revan
another thing except love of
breath.
Breath of love touches every
affection able heart. But hearts
don’thave single view to watch.
They can feel only.
Breath waved in the air for beats.
But beats has multiple hearts. Share
its love every one. Every were.
For love of breath stone also getting
melted.And ready to cut itself for a
sculpture of breath.
But beats never melted for love of
breathes. Shared itself again and
again with other.
Breath never understand and lost
there lives. But still sole of breath
waved for beats.
- Revan
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she is step down in heart.
after a log time. but there
is now one waiting for her.
because that already draughted
long back for her.
There is just her sweetest
memories are seemed in blank
heart.
Heart beats were lost there
rhythm. breath getting low
down. sense forgot there
touch. memories are totally
loosed there colours.
heart. to ask a song for her.
but heart lost there tune of
love.
- Revan
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Is nothing but never ended a novel.
It gives new touch in every read.
Page by page her feelings feel
Different.
Every look of her gives a different
Read.
Her patience gives a tremendous
Narration of life…
- Revan
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Face one but glancing eyes more.
There are beautiful eyes. They
never knows secrete of watching
eyes.
Eyebrow increase the beauty of eyes.
and feels like half moon. Eyelids blink
always like star.
Natural beauty is on face. And create
happiness in watching face.
Some time sunset beauty appears on face.
Other day sun rise with happiness.
Tears of tsunami also surround the
chicks. Looks wetted beauty of forest.
Every drop of tears fell down like from
leaves to leaves and hand fill full of tears.
Every tear says her write me in a line for him.
- Revan