My life was getting worse to my dismay,
So I simply looked the other way.
That was when I saw you,
And my life turned anew.
No longer I falter,
No longer I shatter,
For you made me belief in life,
I know that I will never loose.

When thrown at the edge of death,
With only one destination called hell,
Holding your hand I will win this quest,
And will have a story to tell.

You are the light of my dark world,
In my heart only you raise spark.
Life is useless without you,
For it can't be defined without you.

During the declining point of our lives,
There would be darkness by our sides.
For only immortal love thrives,
Thus together we shall never loose this fight.

That was then , this is now.
So just forget all the scars of the past

If you do we can be
Much happier in the end of it all.

When things are bad and looking down,
know those precious things we share are dear,
They will be there when we are old
to be forever more.

Someday when we will walk hand in hand,
After so many years,
After all the pain , after all the tears.
We should live the life we want
And start to cherish it,
For it won't last for ever.

Identify the author

Dog-eared covers,
enclose finding text,
missing pages I seek,
unknown chapters ahead.

Writing my dreams,
in the blank pages ahead;
line after line filled,
with hopes in my head.

It may well change,
like chalk on slate,
but at least I'll know,
the author was me not fate
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In the downhill of life,when I find I'm declining,
With just an elbow chair or a cot for reclining.
My heart at peace shall never be,
Till I can see a wide green sea.
When the night breaks into a dawn,
My window should be overlooking a lawn.
When the call comes to rest in the tomb,
I wish to take at least one flower home.

Souvik Roy

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