Poems
A few years length of unspoken words,
A mountain of feelings to be shared,
A chasm of angst to be bridged,
But only a minute in hand.
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Jay Jagdev | October 24th, 2015
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- Nothingness
- Unbridgeable
- The droplet and my palm
- Deja Vu
- The Cruel Crescent Moon
- My Furry Baby
- Chain of Goodness
- My Story, Your Story, and Our Story
- Land`s End and the Sea
- Kaleidoscope
- My Own Walden
- The Blackbox
- Springtide
- Sinner
- When Love Died
- Dayspring
- Dewdrops and Guilt
- That Springtime Air
- The Sunbeam Through The Interstice
- Roots
- From A Lane Onto The Highway
- Erased
- Marriage
- My Desires
- Sans the Shroud
- Stay There
- When our Eyes Met
- The Same Dawn
- Your Language
- A Minute in Hand
- Let`s Bury It in Our Own Hands
- Angst
- Rendezvous
- NewU
- A Birthday Evening
- ‘Palasa’: The Silent Witness
- Mea Culpa
- Life
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