Wide Awake

I tried to get sound sleep, again.

This time, the dead woods stood with a leaf blower on my roof.
And that neighbour still won’t muzzle.

It troubled my thoughts.
That keep me restless.

Wondering, if I will ever find peace with my mind.
I lay my head upon a weeping tree to be one with the earthly leaves.


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Waiting for life

Will wait till the sun sets in the day sky,
Will wait till it rises in the night sky,
Waiting for the moment when the stems flourish from the seeds.
Waiting for the moment when that little plant touches the cold water
droplets of the night sky, for the first time.
Waiting for the moment it feels the life inside when Morning
light touches its little body.
So many lives will crawl and fly.
So many will sit under and feel their life.
Sings their wordless tune and never stops singing it:
nothing can faze it.


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Spellbound

Spellbound(?)

Today I saw a girl,
Something about her made my heart twirl.

Her pearly eyes never met mine,
Yet I knew our hands would fit in just fine.

Her chubby cheeks,
rosy lips,
dimple chin,
squishy nose.
Why can’t I form an original prose?

Her sublime beauty had surely perplexed my mind,
I was lost in a trance & words are something I still can’t find.


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Discovering my Soul

Soul

I was locked in the emptiest reign of time.

The world would run but I couldn’t move.
I would see but I couldn’t feel.
That is when I knew, I couldn’t escape.
That is when I looked within myself & found the answer.

The answer to end my sufferings, for I knew I still had a SOUL.


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White Lady

Every day passes without you in my life,
But not a moment passes without you in my heart .

Yes I Miss You…

Try to search you in every person I know.
You never go away,
You walk beside me every day.

Unseen, unheard but always near.
Still loved, still missed and very dear.

Won’t you help me to cross the road?
Or help me sing a song?
Help me make others smile,
Or help me do everything you like me to do!

No I am not crying…

If tears could build a staircase up to heaven,
I’d come up there and be with you twenty-four seven.

Miss You White Horse…


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Stolen Dreams

The worst part about today’s situation,
is not that we don’t dream.
On the contrary, we have a million dreams!
Dreams, so intense that on turning true
they would shake the society’s foundation.

The rainbow of love would shine high,
Unfazed by the people’s judgement no soul would cry.

The unicorns would be our daily ride.
A ride that we would stride with our
chest swollen with pride.

Ink would flow all over our skin,
We would flaunt them openly with our raised chin.

9-5 would no more be a standard life,
Freedom would be our very first wife.

But, oh, still they say we don’t dream.
Little do they know, it’s them who have
chosen our life’s every stream.
Little do they know, they’ve stolen our
favorite cake’s best cream.


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The Lost Star

The Lost Star

In the darkest part of the night, we met.
We giggled and laughed and danced to the
moon’s melody under the twinkling starlight.
We cherished our happy moments made at
night, every morning.

Then came a day when she joined those stars,
making them shine brighter!

But what about me?
I had now lost my guiding light.


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Goddess

Her eyes, resembled those of Medusa.
Even a naïve look of innocence would stun the mightiest men.

Her lips, resembled Aphrodite.
Tiny little curves to make every problem look insignificant.

Her heart, it was queen Hera’s.
The might to hold together a family & still be flawless.

Her intelligence, undoubtedly a gift of Athena.
None could challenge her wit nor her wise.

The goddess had billion suitors,
But her heart craved for the only atheist on Earth.


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Raw emotions.

I want to feel your skin against mine,
Without any definite borders between.

I want to take in every scent of yours,
With every breath of mine.

I want you to lay beside me,
With your eyes staring deep into mine.

Take a peek in my soul through the window,
Without falling too hard in the rock bottom.

Tickle me behind my neck,
With your soft lips and the wet tongue.
Or maybe there, where even your touch
sends a shiver down the spine.

Kiss my lips or bite them,
It doesn’t matter since it’s a part of you.

Take my hand and abandon your dysphoria,
For together we’ll stay happy in our utopia.


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A lover's plea.

I don’t know how to begin,
And put forth all the love I hold for you, within.

Rhyme some verses to make you smile?
Or betray the poet in me to break the stereotype?

Shall I start with your lovely eyes?
Or maybe something that holds more surprise?

I wonder, how you look so perfect?
Or is it my blurred vision that can’t find a defect?

Are you an obstacle that distracts me?
Or is it my own fault that you attract me?

You never asked me to love you, not once.
Or did you smile so adorably on purpose, all these months?

Whatever the case be, I just want you to listen.
Listen to my heart that calls your name with every breath in.

You might not know me as your lover.
But I promise, my love for you will never be over.


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