O wild flowers! of spring season,
I envy your vivd colours;
I envy your vibrant nature,
And i envy your unyielding eccentric stature,
Your beauty cannot be out reasoned.
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Fluttering you mingle with sky,
plucking you from you habitat;
and putting in a vase is a crime,
you are featherbed to cold hard earth,
you are the smile to an old man,
you are chirp to song of bird…
And and you are an ode to love.
Lipstick stain on coffee cup
Vivid colours but blurred dreams
As I turn in to new leaf
Impressions on my hand of spilled ink
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Shadows are prevalent in light
Darkness is loneliness companion
Even in the world full of light
I carry it within me
Today I am not sewing a dress Maa
Instead I am breaking the seams off
Causing flair to fall and threads to be visible
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Today i am not walking alone Maa
Instead in the crowd with monotonous walk
Causing myself to blend in without standing out
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Today I realised Maa, words cut deeper
scarring the delicate flesh
engraved on heart, I am bruised
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Today I break rules Maa
Not listening or caring
I’m breaking through the waves
Clashing with the winds of doubt
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So one day I’m not the one to listen..
“Today I am not sewing a dress Maa
Instead I am breaking the seams off “
Morning sun is like a warm hug in this cold weather,
A cup of coffee is not enough anymore,
To mellow this angst-filled(distressed) soul,
Trembling hands try to find something to hold on to,
Dithered, it misses support and falls into quicksand
Still tarried the heart believes…
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In worry of future it still does not forget.
Archaic, tired limbs carry the reverie
Pushover but not one to give up,
It cannot help ; the promise is made and hope tethered,
Don’t be burdened weary knight,
Even if the trigger pulls I’ll be waiting at start,
In the darkest night waiting for brightest star,
Tarried the heart still believes.
Do you get second chance in life?
A second chance to do it all over again
Sans fear Sans anxiety
Sans spec of dirt collected on memory
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If we do let’s make our aims befitting
Because I have already created a beautiful frame
Now all I need is befitting image
Miracles happen I have heard about them too
This would be my miracle if my dreams come true
As I was on the bridge, I saw sun from rearview mirror
You were there too, enjoying ice cream together
Both of you were finally in peace
No unpleasant feelings for each other
I discovered; a new morning, a new bright day
And it was the fallen leaf on the mirror
When I was told you stopped breathing air
Now you can travel be more then you were
Finally you said goodbye and I let you go
Now you breath peace and I heard
you were were walking towards the sun
As I moved ahead, you are more than you were
Little more I am, Little less you see
A prophetic impression makes me a seer
A silly dream of trumpet playing bear
A causative scene of fascinating belief
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Falling galaxies and consuming nebula
Then i’m near but with fear I carry
A wretched word ‘solitary’
Can push a person into dark
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But dark recedes and light replete
Into bones within soul whims secede
I’m enlightened, I’m worthy
Not worried your believes cannot chain me
I break the shackles to make a point
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Out of my nightmare into my dreams I find
My reality, an omen of my blissful time
An Indian Princess 