Breeze On Face

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I tried to catch blowing wind Only to find wetness of some kind Some helplessness stage to feel internally Some of the worry lines running externally It is stage of anxiety with uncertainty Some of the mysterious stages put by almighty More we try to solve and think Deeper we slide in and sink I feel touch of cool breeze on the face But she is no where near with any of the trace I feel she is some where around Nature to deceive me on the beautiful ground Fragrance is spreading across the layer I am the only one in vicinity as player I think of her and sink in the deep thoughts With nothing new in mind to be brought God has done this only as right thing Even cruel animal can be controlled in the ring Human being has always remained love hungry In absence of it life becomes dull and solitary Dreams to some extent come to the rescue You float with lots of happiness with over views You feel and see the self as mightier man of the universe Only to be let down in morning with tease or curse It is not at all failure but separation That makes you suspicious of relation You want her to be adored in your arm Seek the love and feel the immense charm It is simple way of expression Sometimes to suffer under the aegis of obsession Ups and down take pulse away from controlled rhythm To seek the company without wasting a moment or time Never miss a nature even if it is man made It is closeness of bond and not a trade You may be puzzled but not written off Love is knocking the door to make you laugh

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