How deep can you dive?
Do you have what it takes
To visit my paradise?
Take the longest breath
Sailor, for once you dive
It will be a while.

Says she.
He closes his eyes.

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We do not know how to love, but to fancy. We listen to music and consume it as noise that keeps us company, as scores in our musical-fantasies. We gaze at landscapes of life and simply take in everything just to placate our palette.

There are so many things worth their salt, but we always consume them ungracefully, spilling most of their essence.

I wish to be alone. But I’m not. My thoughts are always there with me. Most of them are those that I’ll never cherish beyond a day. But I thrive on them and they help me get through things.

I do not learn a skill. I remain stagnant. I rather start and then fantasize than actually live that journey.

It is cowardice and complacency. I always turn to my instant gratification monkey and ignore delayed gratification of ambition and hard work. I still haven’t learned to love the latter.

 

                                                                                             

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For those who pay no heed
Reality bleeds,
Better to fail now and then,
Than be in neverland.

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Forgotten laundry
Neither me
Nor them
Want any business
With the other.
However, we go through
The ordeal and
Sort it out in the end.

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You've been many things to me.
A utility that had never left me,
Another piece of my vanity,
A nostalgic piece for memories.

Having forgotten your chimes,
Sometimes, I've stopped to listen
To your lessons in rhymes,
Each tick a parting with
A part of life.

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Would they sneak back in?
In some ungodly hour,
Through our windows
To haunt us till the dawn break?

The thoughts and dreams we left
On the roads of yesterdays have
Strayed but never died away.
They are there to stay,
Like gaping wounds
Which slits wider with every page
Turned backwards to the past
And they dart past every now and then
When we turn the pages of our past.
Smearing misery till another
Dawn becomes the past.

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I ran away from the voices till
I became the voice.

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As they remain, now and then,
Meanings skinned out,
Skimmed through.

Time like a good butcher
Skinned my words and their meanings
And now at an age of erudition
My speech stutters with indecision.

And with intentions bare
To the heat, cold, dust and the rain
Life no longer resembles
The story with its happy outline.

With clarity, comes indecision too.

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With each passing moment,
Your past sinks its roots of permanence,
Festering wounds and
Nurturing dead hopes,
It becomes your forever present, And future: A neverland that never will be.

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It's so easy to fool your old folks
Old as they are,
Weak as they are getting,
Their whole world is you
Have always been
Since that first cry.
Mine aint tech savy,
They know livelihood,
Not passion and careers,
They know holy matrimony,
But the one that is arranged only.
Simpler life, stubborn life.
But they do let you fly, no doubt,
While they remain in doubt, in fear.

And your world changes
New love enter, old love frown
And you don't want
To let no love down.
Smiles go down.
Fears come up.

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