White When I sit to write a poem for you, I wonder why the feelings don't flow, Like the stream of water. Why am I unable to put a word on you, In spite of having love for you? Why am I having empty feelings, rather than a page filled with words? ©Jyoti Jamlingappnavar

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White *Moments to Memories* He asked with an angry mood, "What is the issue? Why are you behaving like this? Avoiding me every time." She replied with an irritated tone, "Because I love your memories more than your presence." He said by offering hands to her, "Okay! If you want this, come on! Let us create more memories together." She blushed, because he never fails to convince her with her own words. ©Jyoti Jamlingappnavar

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White *Flying Time and Constant Feelings*   The time has been flying. But my feelings are constant. The time has been moving, But my emotions are constant. Which swings from moving with and without you.  The time has been flying. But the decisions are still constant. Everything is changing, But the love is constant. The love which is untold by you and me, The love that is not in the same place, city, or state. Love, which doesn't belong to the same criteria, Love doesn't belong to societies, but it does to each other's souls. ©Jyoti Jamlingappnavar

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White The moment I started speaking to people rather than pages, I confirmed why people fall for fictional characters more than real ones. ©Jyoti Jamlingappnavar

Jyoti Jamlingappnavar

White The moment I started speaking to people rather than pages, I confirmed why people fall for fictional characters more than real ones. ©Jyoti Jamlingappnavar

Jyoti Jamlingappnavar