mother earth following the circles arms wrapped around her children singing lullaby soothing putting them to sleep, to the land of dreams father sun performing his role waking up the children, givi…
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Day: May 18, 2016
dancing drops of RAIN
falling from the heaven, as if
slipping away from the hands of the almighty
glorifying gravity, speeding to kiss the sand
fragmented, scattered
swaying in directions to the command of the wind
lessening in size with passing seconds
clashing with all that comes in way
making life to drip, glow the greener way
ever wondered such power such passion behind
engaged in making music of their own kind
with the tune of the clash of the clouds
these dancing drops of RAIN
time
time discovers its way, demonstrates its worth demanding respect from the human race it had made the emperors rule let happen the killings for thrones held the power to create history holding the r…
Source: time
Painting on the wall
painting on the wall looks so to me i am naive, not to understand the state of mind of the man holding the brush, surrounded by colors does he belong to the city he painted or he longs for it, for …
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the scars
in a calm serene night the wind decided not to progress trees stood in silence welcoming the Moon gleaming silver rays traveled their way to bathe the angels nourishing them with purity water in th…
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when you became mine
the breeze started to flow dew emerged on the colorful petals mingling of rain with sun, flashed a rainbow fragrance of flowers made love to the wind spreading its wings till far distance cuckoo bi…
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my dimly lit room
I sat in my room, dimly lit
scent of rich mahogany in all corners
covering the walls and the ceiling paneled
books of literature assembled neatly
untouched on heavy wooden shelves
that chair rocked occasionally
fueled by some air from under the door planks
on the table a little high on the side
sat the gold brown rotary phone
seldom it rang with a few heavy rings
on the hand carved rich wooden consoles
the caretaker had kept a bouquet of flowers
their fragrance mingling well with the polish on my table
I take a deep breath to live its flavor
I put the gramophone to work to play a sensuous tune
in a fine glass, poured me a double of my English whisky
sipped slowly the flavor that burnt my throat
a ritual that I follow every evening
for I am deeply in love with the luxurious richness
of…
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oh dreams & the other state of us
ambiguous lives, lived by the living
in twin states of being awake or dreaming
overwhelming yet secretive
intrigues us souls to discover the relevance
the genuineness or the forgery
of both the worlds we spend our breaths in
are we real with these eyelids shut
or the color with our eyes open, is faithful
a mystery to remain so, never to be revealed
oh dreams and the other state of us
the snail
the snail walking its pace
innocent of the world racing around
its manner presenting tranquility
a spirit so calm and quiet
the snail walking its pace
books..
luxuriously, elegantly
relaxing on levels patiently
waiting to swallow
the innocence of those
determined to come close
to touch, to hold
the wisdom treasured
on papers sewn together
in ink of all colors
Survivor I Am
I fell, I rose
the doors on my way
few open, few close
I was cold, sometimes I was warm
yet merciless struggle
could do my will no harm
looked back a few times
looked forward and climbed
the journey of my life
has taken, has given
it has challenged me
it has driven
success and failure
could neither charm ME
nor could they ever block
SURVIVOR I am, I never stopped
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face behind a face
last night in bed i was told a tale of an Angel by heart & a Demon angel faced both looked beautiful like a new born child the tale progressed, unfolding what they had to hide their pink soft l…
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we have no song
together we couldn’t write a song
failed to make memories to last for long
as his emotions failed him
my words failed me at the same time
henceforth
shall we part
for there’s no music for us
we have no song
to us
it doesn’t belong
calling for loneliness – come, see me..
in a jungle deep and dense
by the bank of an overflowing river
under the tree with thousand shadows
surrounded by disturbingly noiseless woods
lost in my own emptiness
i call for my lonliness, to come, see me
for they shall never be able to find us here
here we shall both rest in peace
Game of Greed
lives fragmentary, broken chasing greed, thriving for more possessions irrelevant competing to possess more.. more naive to perceive, foolish to register the merriment to be relished hidden in tiny…
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the cobbler
he sits by the roadside everyday
with his tools placed on a cloth in front
a few shoe soles hung on a board behind him
sewing a broken shoe or polishing another
he is the one who mends people’s shoes
struggles for some shade on a summer noon
barely makes enough for his family to eat dinner
his children never ask him for a gift
for they don’t want to break their father’s heart
they greet him well when he returns back home
they respect his courage to touch everyone’s shoes
the cobbler then sits with his family
all of them relish a few dried pieces of bread
chemistry with GOD
we go to him
or he comes to us… doesn’t matter
we just need to feel the presence
of each other
we see him with our eyes
or we don’t… doesn’t matter
must we be sure, he looks upon us
we follow him
or we just stop… doesn’t matter
he’s always somewhere inside us
we whisper to him
or we just pray in our hearts… doesn’t matter
he never fails to understand us
jolly or it’s another rough day… doesn’t matter
must we feel blessed
by Dear God till eternity
goodbye
it was getting burdensome for him
i felt him running away from me
it was tough, i was anxious, in pain
ignored, my messages not being responded
excuses and lies, everyday i faced
and then he simplified things that day
he said goodbye
‘O honey, I’m having a beer’
I am going to relax a little, i sink into the couch
filled my favorite glass with beer lazily
I am about to sip the fizzy froth
my wife – she called, please help me with the dishes
I said ‘O honey, I’m having a beer’
turn down the music a little, she said
‘O honey, I’m having a beer’
daddy, daddy, can we go for a movie, said my son
‘O munchkin, I’m having a beer’
your mom is on the phone for you, called my daughter
‘O dear, I’m having a beer’
hey man come wanna go for a walk? called my neighbour
‘Enough, I’m having a beer’
I am home today after a long week of work
it’s my day off, please give it to me
I’m so happy having a beer
please let me have a beer – my way
Game of Greed
lives fragmentary, broken
chasing greed, thriving for more
possessions irrelevant
competing to possess more.. more
naive to perceive, foolish to register
the merriment to be relished
hidden in tiny little things
goals as soon as achieved, newer set
no hours assigned to celebrate achievements
lives fragmentary becoming now hollow
beauty lost in the game of greed
leading lives to nothingness
making them empty
lives lifeless ultimately
mySestina 
