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Before he got too far, he thought he smelled a fire.No sooner did he blink before he sensed something dire.He heard a sound and froze, danger tickling his nose.His ears perked up as tiny cries of capture rose.

Kat held her head high as she met the King's eye.Her stare was bold, yet sweet, and it would not die.Gansevort looked down into these dark, green pools.And soon his tone softened as he bought her ruse.

Wherever you go in the next catastrophéBe it sickroom, or prison, or cemet__yDo not fear that your stay will besolit__yCountless souls share your fate,you__l have company!

It is not until you rhyme with a person that makes you their perfect match, it is when you are satisfied with each others peculiarities, and find jewels in their loopholes.

It__ a poem, of our love, that doesn__ rhyme. A story, never meant to have, a happy end.

The garden was full of sorrowSongbirds and unusual winds whistled a rhymeClouds caused to appear and cast down darknessFor this was the first day the sun didn't shine

Shani Chalisa॥द_ा॥ Doha_-_ शर शनिद_ रभ, सनह विनय तरा__ह _त ह रव तन, रा_ _ _ ला_Shani Maharaj, glory to you with sincerity,Listen to my prayers I request humbly,Bestow your grace and protect me fully,Keep respect and honour of your devotees.- 341 -

॥द_ा॥शर_र _ सर_ र, नि त _र सधारि।बरन_ र_ तत _, _ दा त _रिDohaWith the dust of guru__ lotus feet having,I cleanse the mirror of my soul sparkling,Raghuvar__ spotless glory I be singing,The four fruits of life it ever is giving.- 303 -

स_ _ हन_ानाष__ततत_ __त सम रब _ लि तब तनह_ ल त _धितर।ताह स तरा त _ _ त स_ _ह स _ _र।द_ _ _ तनत तब __़ि दि रब __ निवार। नहि _नत ह _ _ स__ ना तिहार॥१When as a child you lapped the sun, darkness on triple world fell,The worlds so got into trouble and a crisis that none could dispel,Gods then prayed to you to spare the sun and you did so quell,Who doesn__ know in this world your name `Problem Solver_ bells?- 294 -

True love finds its own waysTo spread goodness, always.

Love frees us of all pain, or of any restraint. Once a circle that ever widens without end. Various colors it shines in our lives to paintExcelsis, glorious manifestation to befriend.

The trouble with poetry is it's often written to the sound of a drum only the poet may hear; nonetheless, blessed are those poets who always manage to find unshakeable pleasure in their own works.

My heart's made of goldMy soul is pure steelLoved ones shall riseEnemies will kneelI soothe with water, attack with fireFor I am the master of my own empire.

A fruitless year, take a fearless heartOne that blooms late will flourish in the dark

Sealing your lips makes your eyes talk Truth creeps beneath your lame feet__ walk Knees stiffen when blood vessels stalk A pounding heart__ lies hard as rock

I'm trap in marriage with gangsta rhyme and my street life.

A poetess is not as selfishas you assume.After months of agonising over her marriage of words__he bride__nd spaces__he groom,she knows that as soonas she has penned the poem,it__ yours to consume.So, without giving it a think,she blows on the inkand the letters fly awaylike dandelions on a windy day,landing on hands and lips, on hearts and hips.But more often than not,you can easily spotthem trodden and forgotten,becoming sodden and rotten.Yet, she will continue to makewhat__ others to takebecause selfishness is not the mark of a poetess.

From attraction and affectionCover of perfectionFailure beyond texture to a painful lessonEverything that was from the start wasn't from the heart