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an equal balance

im the new sms, im the unplucked rose,

im the rush of adrenalin, im that drop of prose,

im the bride of desire, im the unbridled fire,

im the liberal oxygen, im the favourite season,

im that love you never saw, far away when i raised the sos,

the smoke which disappeared, leaving its burnt hut splinterless,

im not the ship you ride in high tide,

but im an equal balance if you believe in the divide.

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JS said…
You seemed to have introduced yourself to me through this poetry.
1:22 am
JS said…
Where can we talk?
4:43 am
sugandha bhandari said…
HI thanks for all ur comments, am not sure where I can reply tu u ?

my email id: as u had wanted to tok

sugandha.bhandari@gmail.com
6:56 am
JS said…
Thanx! I have added you up! Looking really forward to talk to you!
9:46 pm
JS said…
And what's the best time?
9:46 pm
JS said…
I await the next piece of art crafted by your intellectual guile..earnestly!

In waiting...JS
4:15 am
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