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Who are you ..?

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 Darling ! Who are you ..? You are the droplet of rain  On my old brown skin . You are the wings of a Wounded bird in forest . You are the sunrise after Heavy rain in the slum . You are the beauty of moment  When sun kisses the horizon  You are the edge of word  That can hurt or heal . You are a man with my Heaven and hell in you . You are chaos inside me  Oh darling ! Who are you ..? Pawana Tripathi author 

A girl

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 A girl was in solitude with  ocean of love hidden beneath  She was afraid of falling for  Her emotions and affection She was nothing but an  Experience of being alive  She was far from the  Destination of insanity  She was demolishing fire  She was everything that  Creates the storms with no rain She was beautifully damaged  She was soul seeker in everything  She was half unleashed story  She was fleeting moment of smile  And all of sudden she felt  Tired of staying in her version  Pawana Tripathi 

Behind the viel

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Something behind the veil  Something you can not afford  A multicoloured spectrum  A bundle of sins to commit  A listener without judgement  A speaker without prediction  A drop of blood for fire in body  A dynamite of affection only  One healer to heal me forever  A seeker to gaze at my eyes  A demon to haunt me forever  A wolf to eat me better.  Something behind the veil is known as " My soul "  Pawana Tripathi author 

Why to help poors ? What is poverty how to deliver this message to readers.

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    When we are framing  something in our articles to deliver our message to the readers and to huge section of society , When we write something to present something or some emotions , some feelings and  facts . We tend to establish the frame line that can deliver all message of writer's heart in Collection of some words only , though it is quite tough to mention all your accumulated feelings in just some lines and words but we can go with this to generate a carnival of words .   Poverty  is not having enough material possessions or salary for a person's basic requirements. Poverty may falls with the Nothingness from all around in individual society as in social  , political  , environmental  and individual norms.  Absolute poverty  is the complete abuses of the means necessary to meet basic personal needs, such as  food to survive ,  clothing to cover up , and  shelter to live in  ...

Midnight healing

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And in midnight it is easy to heal  When you are clueless about healing  When you find your foot on glass walls  When you are damn tired of some battles When your fight is with demon inside you When remnants are enough to describe you  When you feel fine with some questions  When you are bred in some darkness  When it is little scary to act gently  When you prefer yourself to rescue you  And in midnight it is easy to heal... Pawana Tripathi author 

Let me accumulate..!

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Let me accumulate what I feel , It will give rise to one poetry  A poetry with long attire  A poetry with trap of words  A poetry with vastness of mayhem A poetry with true devotion to mighty  A poetry with crux of blasphemy . Let me accumulate what I feel , It will give rise to one poetry  A poetry with sounds of tears  A poetry with neverending guffaws  A poetry with  half of earth and sky  A poetry with  invisible verses  A poetry with  all about life . Let me accumulate what I feel , It will give rise to one poetry  A poetry with rhythm of the shackles  A poetry with the truth of carcase  A poetry with queendom in balustrade A poetry with philosophy for journey  Pawana Tripathi 

Me amd my soul

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I can't stay static with " My Soul " for a while  I have watched million skies go by in life   but can't let my soul go away for a while  I am a self oriented  girl with everyone  but enthusiastic like hell with my soul  I am creating the vibes that can exist till death  I have tasted his eyes once I have tasted his thoughts  And now I am able to call him " My soul "  And with the motion of hurricane in my body  I would prefer biting and being bitten by my soul  For sake I  can eclipse my talkative mouth  For sake I can eclipse my enthusiasm  But man tell me how can I eclipse my  Absolute mess of loving my soul like  wings for a wounded butterfly in chaos       Pawana Tripathi author