The best of Artist Address! 2.

The joy of looking at your face,
Is incomparable .
But then it is about a but, 
I can't stand what according to you, 
Is fun and bearable.
I think in our attachment,
Is our detachment.

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What is, remains!

Whatever is, that remains.
The times lived by you once,
get added to your memories,
for days distant in a sum.
Yeah, for sure you won’t
have every other event lived,
at the back of your mind,
but it just remains there 
in the flash of your eyes.
Every dream, every glory
does sublime,
your memory, your life,
is all yours and belongs
to none other than to you.
You possess, it’s yours,
just the time to write them,
you have to manage.
To remember every drop,
every flash, and write it
for you and others to read it
in the sands of time.

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just it's a 'me' thing.

few images unseen, 
were now found.
few confusions were sorted out.
her name gave all reasons,
to give him faith in his reasons to live.
like her, many other men and women who met him,
gave him reasons enough to, 'smile'.
he had found his road at last,
road that was always a part of his calling.
he was glad he met that road,
and now he was travelling.
far and far, the newer streets,
the gardens, the pubs,
the markets of newer cities and towns.
no cash, nothing with him;
but his faith, his solace.
that was all about himself,
he was no longer a part of that race.
he was glad, he had met her,
to understand what his life was meant to be.
yeah, it was about that life he had led,
which gave him his reasons. it was that phase.
he had won life for himself,
with his reasons.

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"The night sky is full of glory and contentment. It heals, it celebrates, it takes one's dreams, to another height. Such is, the night sky!"
on 'Night Sky'!

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my life, my love.

no, don’t call me harsh.
please don’t.
if i don’t talk to you,
it doesn’t mean, 
that in anyway i feel bitter
of you, or dislike you.
just that, that moment,
is not the right moment,
when i can't be the Gagan to you.
at that moment, i am only,
Gagan to me. the one person,
whom only i know,
so you know, he asks for my presence,
and it’s our space,
our togetherness, our bond,
when i flirt with myself,
and make myself smile.
i don’t mean to keep you away,
just that, i want to keep myself,
closer to me.
but ya, i am mad, but mad
because it’s how it’s meant to be.
i am like that,
you will have to accept that,
dear friend.
——————
friendly yours
Gagan


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ruffled and intertwined in their dreams,
they had constructed a building of love,
with their ocean of emotions and feelings,
which arose from either one for the other one.

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from tides to waterfalls,
she only saw his face,
those expressions of humility,
those expressions of his love.
like, every drop which formed the waterfalls,
had little of him in it engrossed within.
the compactness, the bond between those water molecules,
were enough to tell her, how much he had loved her sight,
how meaningful her presence to him had sighed.
he kept on looking at her,
and they both constructed a land of their own making together,
describing the essence of their bond of love and respect for either one of them.

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yesterday she asked me yet again to wait.
i kept on wondering what to do or to say?
because it was she only, who had left me.

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Following their dreams..

She said, sooner she would be back.
He said, he would also come back one day.
They were in love with each other,
but it was important to follow their calling.
They parted, to meet yet again one fine day,
along with the love of their lives.

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Everyday they met roses,
the warmth and glitter.
Everyday, miles apart,
they sensed each other's presence.

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to thee, my thoughts.

unknown of thy roads of glory
how far shall thee go
oh dearest lady?
wait, look within
what beautifies your dreams
and follow your path
as your instincts say to thee.

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Someday, someone comes to you; to tell you, that your dreams of love are true.
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With a heavy heart, 

she said all that she said.
She knew how difficult it would be otherwise,
to give him her heart yet again,
to love him yet again.
It would be difficult to go through that again,
so it was important to feel this pain,
to not let the multitude of it come to her later.
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On blog updates!

She told him. "We need to talk!"
He smiled and knew what it was all about.
Her love, her love for his faith, his belief.
He had told her, that he would make it big,
one day to the stars. He replied to her,
"Yeah, we can talk!" She smiled as he did.
That day, he updated his blog and they celebrated.

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