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Dreams

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In between the past that are being yesterdays
And the future that carries the burden of hope,
I sewed the truth of present.
I knew earlier that this would happen.
The dreariness realized during the day.
The restlessness realized during the night.
Unexplained! You filled the cosmos.
Even if there are many colors,
For my fiery love,
For my revolutionary vigor and
For the blood I scattered,
You gave red gulmohars.
And in the glimpse of that memory, I live.
For my uncharted wanderings,
There is no beginning and end without you.
In the parade of failures; I, me, myself being the truth,
I’m once again searching for the enigma that you are.

The Burn Marks!

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The burn marks;
Of hardwork and honesty,
Of passion and prejudice,

The burn marks;
Of determination and dreams,
Of struggle and subjugation,

The burn marks;
Of opportunities and oppression,
Of waiting and wars,

The burn marks;
Of commitment and coercion,
Of courage and complaints,

The burn marks;
Of capitalism and competition,
Of governance and goondaism,

The burn marks,
The burn marks…
Testimony of truth!!!

A Saga of Success

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Life wants you to believe,
You were born to achieve.

When your journey begins,
Don’t forget to grin,
Sooner or later you will win.

Life is not a race,
Stride ahead at your own pace.
A dash of passion on your face,
Work hard as you step up your chase,
When You grow with grace,
Excellence is what you will ace.

Your dreams reside high up in sky,
The stars shine bright as you lay by,
The almighty above wishes you to fly.

Carry your passion up your sleeve,
A saga of success is what you will weave!!

Futile

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I did not wait for such a morning
whose dawn the darkness stole;
Burning with lies and yearning,
Truths, bitter and never whole.

I did not wish for such a night
watched by empty grey skies;
Even fancy dare not take flight,
this world is but shadow and guise.

I did not seek such hefty dreams,
Enough to sink this trivial life;
Like the sun caught in streams,
blown to bits by a breezy knife.

For none of this did I ever ask-
Only, a veil to shelter under,
Only, a beacon in the dark,
Only, to be filled by wonder.

A Dream

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The shore was bare like a torn piece of rug thrown in
deafening silence filled over it, covered by a blanket of fog
The sea, frightened, frustrated and surrendered
The waves continued to nudge the shore to help

A pale moon watched, bewildered, up above
The halo deepening the numbness below
Few unknown birds flew around aimlessly
spurting out some gibberish as if mocking the waves

The expanse of the sea defiantly lay there
looking up at the sky as if in surrender and expectation
The foamy waves trying to cover its nakedness in vain
and the moon looked down uninterested
Few stars came out of their hiding to watch the scene below
and looked down in amusement, blinking their eyes

The whole scenario like the last part of a play, enacted
in silence, except the occasional exclamation of the birds
hovering around like a predator waiting for the kill continued

The moon watched the ritual below, without amusement
The spread of the ocean lying, waiting and heaving a sigh
The waves impatiently struggling to wake up the shore
The birds circling above, chuckling in amusement
and the patch of the sand like a carpet laid out for some ritual to begin
like a Scene from a dream…

Weather Blues II

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Tis is the weather for lovers
Of surreptitious glances
Hasty meetings
And secret dreams

Tis the weather for hot corn by the roadside
Of shared tea and much more
Two pairs of happy eyes dancing in the rain

Tis the weather for lovebirds
Hands lingering, lips quivering
Hearts leaping, dreaming of heaven on earth

Tis the weather for monsoon love
Drenched clothes and treacherous umbrellas
But not more than the pounding heart –
Drenched in mad passion and sinful desires

Tis the weather for togetherness
Of wild spirits and unconditional love
Of promises made and trust kindled

Tis indeed the weather to all the hues in a mundane day
To seek meaning where none exists
To be kinder than kindness itself
To be engulfed in the warmth and spread it further
And to finally be at home with someone!

Fault in my stars

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In the midst of the night when the dark is sky
I look at the stars and feel shy.

The cause of that is I love a butterfly
And when I see her my heart cry out oh my… oh my!

She is cute and way too sweet
After looking her I can’t stand on my feet.

Is this love I do sometimes wonder
And then God replied yes with a thunder

Just like the drops of the rain
She hijacked my heart and my brain.

I always think is she really made for me?
I dint want my love to become a banyan tree

She is an angel who came from Mars
But sadly there are always faults in my stars