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Twisha Ray

Abstract Drama Others

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Twisha Ray

Abstract Drama Others

You My Soul

You My Soul

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Serendipity, yes that is the word,

That explains just how our journey occured.

It was impossible for me , but it was enthralling,

it was almost some sort of divine calling.


I had looked upon you,

So many times before,

But then it just clicked,

And I couldn't hide it anymore.


You were so delightful,

I just had to let you know,

And with being insightful,

When we met in serendipity,


Time did not lose its validity.

Did not bloom the joyous roses,

Neither did the pleasant wind blow,

The fragrance of love does not rise under our noses


Still impending rain of romance does not show.

Nature did not lose its reality

When we met in serendipity.

When we met in serendipity,


A clear stream of clarity

Did not sweep the field.

The desolate greenery did not yield,

Fruits of beauty and grace.


The world was not yet a beautiful place.

At the moments our hearts did not stop,

Yet we were together,

At the same page


For once we were away

From all the clatters.

But what matters,

For once we were really really HAPPY!!

When we met in serendipity!!!


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