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When the night grows dark and rain comes up
A thousand memories and a face comes up
The sound of rain creeps up the air
And in my ears thy music comes up
The scent of drops falling on the sand
And thy fragrance at once comes up
When crescent peeps from behind the clouds
Thy lovely, moon-lit smile comes up
The winds kiss my cheeks and flow away
The touch of thy hand at once comes up
A hope brightens the mournful eve
For the glitter of a pair of eyes comes up
The chill of rain causes me to shiver
The need of warmth, of love comes up
The shower giggles around the place
The flash of a laugh, a chuckle comes up
As pearls fall gently from the sky
In my eyes a tear comes up
Oh, how I miss those comely days!
And in my heart a sigh comes up
I know you loved me though you never said
For in thy gaze assent comes up.
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Awais Aftab
Writing has been a passion, a love ever since I learned to write. For me, writing is a means of expression of 'secret tears and secret pleasures'. True writing comes from the heart and often it is the one to find you, not you the one to find it. Writing gives me power, the strength to carry on, the will to live and to live in a better way. It helps me find deeper meaning in the world around me and to understand myself much better. I can't survive without writing. For me, my writings are the whispers of life, in which the glory and sorrow of life echoes. For me, these are the glittering tears, whose every flash encompasses a thousand aspects of life. I believe that, 'I write; therefore I am.' However, true ease in writing comes from art, and I still have to learn a lot about that.
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