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Dogs greet, everytime, they meet, they meet, everytime, like the first time, pushing their, wet nose against you, to play, everytime an urge to, rush and stay.. while sleeping, when aproached, their tail, would still keep dancing, while digging their, sniffs onto their toys, they come to you, all jumpy and pouncing, with eyes seeking, approvals... They keep you protected, in a manner like, no one else, they check if you are okay, and follow you, to a cave or, a shabby mess.. They make requests, which even though, hit rejects, doesn't end up, reflecting stature, rubbing themselves, all over you, they sit alongside, as if they are, always ready for the ride, whenever... If it's late, They wait, If it's hate, They relate, If it's tears, They seek to distract.. Trust me, At some point they do, Have the power to read your mind.. They come to check, On you at night, They always acknowledge, That you are right, Your daughter just adores it's presence, Even though more ofte

The Pictures That I Took

Looking at his shoes..
A kid waits.
Chasing ants on a bench.
Stars on his trench..
Lonely eyes at the gate..
Just before sun sets.
A girl rushes through heavy rain
With an umbrella..
As her toes splash water in the narrow lane..
checking her watch..
If she is late.
A whisper in her ear..
After which a smile appears.
Dense clouds..
Beneath the moonlight..
Crowded streets at night..
Two friends walk..
The same way they talk..
As kids in a relic plight.
Dogs chasing shadows..
Hunger peeping windows..
All covered during winter..
Sitting by the fire soaking warmth..
Bits of ashes swarming..
Drops of tears to stare right through
Train arrives with a glance of someone..
Insane eyes for a chance of no one..
Change in color..
While dawn meets morning dew..
Change is captured.
When gone sweeps startling new..
All the pictures that I took..
Can be never well described in a book..
You got to see what they make..
Out of life which just fails to shake..
When you seek to take a look.


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