Tuesday, June 27, 2017

The Sand House



They who search for nest,
rest not a moment in life.
And they who discern illusions,
build sand houses.

I built mine at the bay,
big but simple 
with pillars of realization
and no doors windows of expectations.

The soul lived in it,
with fun and free air, 
no fear for perils as they seem already familiar;
Lifetime spent worthwhile.


And then the waves had to arrive.
Nature as it rules with no exceptions,
 washes off each grain to its core, 
for peace to prevail above all.



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Saturday, April 22, 2017

The Soulmate



After a quest for food,
to my nest I return...

"12:30!!...
You are late tonight sweetheart, my wait was long.
Come on, slide into the blanket,
we'll dream...rest you forget"

As I close my lashes
and try to captive sleep within,
the jealous soul mate kisses on my eyes
and wakes me up again.

"Let not just the Day see you,
I long to be with you more;
open your eyes for me dear,
the sun any time shall encroach".

"See with your open eyes
the road ahead and one behind,
you will find me fight for you
with the Day robbing your peace of mind".

"I give you my dark blood,
soak it with your thoughts
as you dream more to frame your future."

"I am your only mate...till death,
Your Soul Mate,
I am your Night."


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Being Introspective



The greatest success is,
you learn to remain silent
when you want to shout aloud and say.

The apparent calmness may create tempest within.

Once the weathered feelings settle feathers,
you realize that storms come and go;
all that remains is a learning - The survival of the fittest.


Then you fit yourself within your own self.


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As I Define It



Optimism: Glass is half full
Pessimism: Glass is half empty
Spiritualism: Glass is half filled with water and half with air... Eternally satisfied
Strategic Opportunism: Keep on fighting... I shall drink the water and you will be left with a glass full of air.


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Seeing Through Thoughts



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Nature Nurtures



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Remembering an Old Friend


How easily I got busy
to forget small things that were dear to me
when the mind & heart were innocent!!!

I slipped my hands off
from those who held us together as a ring of roses...
those days we sang ringa ringa roses.

I became indifferent to the sound of rain
dripping from the window pane,
which used to turn me euphoric at nights.

I stopped gazing at the clouds
which gave me my creativity
of forming everything from nothing.

I became deaf to the hawker who sold cotton candy,
I used to appease my taste buds free of cost...
later in the day, getting sweet scolding from dad for buying them on credit.

I no more walk down the street in a cold new year's dawn,
face covered with mother's hand woven muffler,
to drop a hand-painted greeting card at a friend's door.

I no more wait for anybody to drop one at my door either...

I see now, an old friend
still waiting at my door,
giving a hope that "There is time, Come Back"...

It seems my friend waited quite long,
with rusted hands wide open
gone too weak and now hanging at the mercy of wind...
My Mail Box



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