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 *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

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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

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White A boy changes everything for his wife, but not for mother, A boy cannot change simple rules made by mother, but can convince wife to follow that. ©Jyoti Jamlingappnavar

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