I wanna live my Life

wind chyme, dear wind chyme

would you play some music

I really wanna dance

rainbow dear rainbow

would you spill your colors

to make me glow

waterfall, dear waterfall

would you fall on my soul

cleanse me, make me pure

butterfly, sweet butterfly

would you come touch me

like I am your flower

peacock, pretty peacock

would you open your wings

I wanna bathe in the rain

chocolate, yummy chocolate

would you melt in my mouth

give your sweetness to me

river, flowing river

would you make me flow with you

I wanna dive into the ocean

lastly

sorrow, Mr. Sorrow

all my above requests have been accepted

so would you leave me alone

today, I wanna live my life

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Sound of the Pendulum

that house, where I was born

many things about it, I still remember

thinking of them, bring life to my soul

one of them, I distinctly remember

an old clock, that hung on the wall

I was a child, I never bothered about the time

yet I relished, the sound of the pendulum

the announcements it made every hour

to all the members of the family..

in that house we all made memories

we laughed, we shared smiles

we ate dinner together

every morning, we saw the sunrise

we too had many moments of pain

we cried together, our sorrows – we embraced

there, I met my childhood, my siblings

for heaven, saw my grandparents leaving

so much, that happened in the house

while the clock, went on ticking

the sound of the pendulum

still close to my heart

*****

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from a little Height

on the top of the mountain

as I stood and looked down

the city didn’t look the same to me

to my wonderment, it seemed another

thousands of dim lights twinkled at me

never thought it would look so different

from a distance, from a little height

all those people walked in union

the markets didn’t seem conjested anymore

the cars running, injecting life into the roads

the stunning map view of the city

made it look flawless, somehow a little fresh

I couldn’t see no hunger, no poverty

there didn’t seem to be any dirt on the streets

kids laughing, racing to catch a kite

how I felt the lost zeal coming to life

I thought to myself

the city isn’t as dull as I thought it was

it’s still full of charm that needs to be discovered

I still could find happiness there, had I endeavoured

today, I realize the lost beauty of the city

may be because I am looking at it

from a distance, from a little height

I am watching the city

from the top of the mountain

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Make love to me

holding a feather in my hand

I let my imagination, kiss the rainbow

lying on the earth, shyly

I welcome musings beautiful

to come – make love to me

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The Highway

millions spent to take us HIGH

on a WAY to go ahead, live our dreams

connecting cities, opening doors to progress

speeding cars, crossing each other

on the HIGHWAY

flawless roads, cottony clouds in the sky

drizzling drops falling on the mountains

transforming a journey simple to electrifying

racing to catch the sun in the horizon

giving a race to the moon following

on the HIGHWAY

few exits, many signs to destination

few diversions, but mostly running straight

phenomenal architecture worth a praise

taking them ahead who drive on it

the HIGHWAY

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Silhouette leaf

Against the light in the far night sky

the leaf, gave in selflessly

in agreement to give up its identity

to loose its color true, its very beauty

turned itself into a shape a little dark 

its outlines symmetrical

crafted by the finest hands of the almighty

unaware of the fact it looked even prettier 

surrendering to it’s love to the moon

bowing to its shiny silver gleam

the leaf not just a leaf anymore

but a silhouette leaf

*****

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when Music was Born

drums, beaten vigorously with the sticks

strings of guitar, mercilessly squeezed and pulled

saxophone saturated, overflowed with air in its lungs

keys of piano, wept the pressure of pianist’s fingers

harmonica, went almost out of breath

cymbal, going deaf with unstopping collision

accordion, blown up to the extent of explosion

synthesizer, mourned to keep up the pace

chimes, yearned for wind not to blow anymore

songster, with his closed eyes

went nearly blind for the depth of the song

I was there, I witnessed that moment

when MUSIC was born

******

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I am not your Property

you can hold me, look into my eyes

you could embrace me, give me your hand

we could stay together for hours

we could take long walks on the beach

you could kiss me gently on my cheeks

you are a soul, I take comfort to be with

still you are an individual, you are not me

you could choose to say good bye when you wish

you could leave me to be on my own

no matter what you decide, what we decide together

one thing, I must make very clear

even though I am glad to be in your company

I am not, and shall never be – your property

*****

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A Poem – born

a heart so true

flowing emotions

so full of pain

starts, to pen down

a few words – golden

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the world curious

holds its breath to see 

emerging on the paper

a Poem beautiful

*****

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