Kawaljit Singh

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Pure Passion

I always have a book at my side The table is always cluttered with Pen colors and pages There’s always stain of ink On my fingers. More

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October

Walking through the woods,I admire rustling of leavesa sound giving new lifeto endless song.dry crunchy leaves falling on the groundtree branches More

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Silent World

I sit and think... why my life is still, I am art without heart I wish that I were real.Once there was a girl named Mel. The Minds Journal More

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Love Is No More A Crime

World looks better today,Love in its any form is not illegal,Any more,Let's work towards not labellingIt as immoral also.Love Is No More A Crime, More

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Time…

I asked to the time...what is the solution ?...He said...Let me pass ... More

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Strange

Love is so strange,Simply a stranger to meis a celebration of love,Sometimes it becomesreason to live life. The Minds Journal More

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Character

I crawled from my prison and stood in the light again. The sun on my face unfurled stories locked in my head, Character More

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Reflection

Looking' back on my younger days

something in me

drives me just a little bit crazy. More

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Pure Magic

Some of our most beautifulnights are thosebathed in moonbeams . Pure Magic More

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Whispers

Since ever you left me Without saying a word leaves are shedding & rustling in the wind whispering our story to the wind Where we held hands, whispered holding each other closer. In a meadow with every sort of flower I don’t remember any other moment,  sweeter than that No matter where you are Our […] More

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Desire

Before I go down below With the star above All I want is to paint my love for you…. On the canvas of your soul I want to paint a picture of love. Want to paint with the shades of love and passion not in the colour of yellow,red & blue With the star above […] More

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Simple confession

I want a reader who reads me… With Open heart slowly turning each page  unafraid of how he’s bound unashamed to read every line from start to finish  before we begin to write the new stories in the chapter of our life Bookmark More

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Poem

Words are not enough.
Let me express my heart on the page
the heart that never forgets...
the look that made him smile. More

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