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Boating silently
and leaving behind no ripples
in the reflecting water
that is parched for blue,
I abandon myself to the sky.
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Hearts
Souls
Smiles
and above all
People
Everything seems broken … yet clear
Broken .. yet pristine.
Hidden from the normal, symmetrical, indifferent eye
The beauty of this world is visible
only to a broken soul
The song of the soul is carefully preserved in the tiny fragments,
each possessing a life of its own.
A broken soul doesn’t always need … mending.
Truth is just a synonym
for its opposite...
Trust,
The thesaurus equivalent
of betrayal.
The final handshake was
the final brick
in the wall,
cemented with past hurts
Foundations running down
till the first memory
of ours shared.
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White fluffy marsh-mallows move away
leading my blurred vision to reality;
My thoughts race with words and go beyond.
I search for the sun, whom I can feel but can’t see
Trees dance gracefully, wearing an attire too heavy for them to carry.
They seem to be waving to me to draw back my diverted attention.
How lovely is it to see nothing else
but the most marvelous…
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Soaking in the dew, the night went by
You sang for me, sitting closeby
The stars were gazing, I see them fall,
scattered and spread, big and small..
Slowly…it dawned on me..
No sound of your song, only cracking autumn leaves,
Parching Dew…Seeping Soul..
The Grass Blade pierced through me..
Scattered around are Splinters of my winter dream.
When you hear the skies rumbles,
When a sweet fragrance fills the winds
Step out..
Raise your chin, feel your breath
sum the clouds and sway the ninenth,
Silver liquid drops into your moistened eyes
will wash away downpours of the last night
the morning later,
meet your wandering soul
drenched, quenched and settled,
as glass pearls on…
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When dreams, desires,fears and beliefs
echo in dreadful silence of darkest nights
When the reflection of mirror
remains the only identity of existence
When a frail will to win you
Is ruined by your defeats
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Why tear the cloudy eye ,
why stitch the sealed wound…
Why regret the regrets,
why speak the forbidden…
why lock the ruins,
why set this pursuit…
why anchor the drowned hopes
why claim the lost shores…
Tell me..
O my soul…
You are the Culprit.
Why you, my Savior too?
I brought the fragrance you left behind, I Wrapped around your unfinished song. I missed you again. Did you really come by? We would meet some day, I truly know. And before you say, its time for goodbye, We shall smear the air with pearls like snow Unwrapped in each other, we shall finish the song We shall freeze the echoes and frame the moment. We shall walk this passage, hand in hand.
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