Peek-a-boo

With a twinkle in his eye
He rushes to hide behind a short curtain
Fully covered, hidden he feels
I can see his stout little feet
Toes pressed to the floor
Like that of a cupid
He stands motionless
I too make no commotion
Silence!
He is afraid of being alone you know!
I quietly hide behind the door
Keeping an eye through the crevice
Slowly he peeps out
Scans the room and ...Opps!
No one!
There comes a shrill cry!
I jumped out with a loud Yeeah!
Found you!
We run towards each other for the happiest embrace
Peek-a-boo
I got you.

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On a swing at the park

We went to a park
Me and my people
My father, my mother, my brother
I was wearing the happiest frock
There we saw a swing
My people helped me sit.
My people pushed my swing with loud hurrahs
I felt giddy as I swam across the sky
Then came a push but the strength was less
Then came another with lesser ....then lesser...lesser....
Just like a deflated balloon
I came down
My feet firmly on the ground
And none behind
I pushed
I pushed and began to swim again.

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Are asylums
Where the mind takes occasional jolts
To come back and fit in
In the present mosaic.
Mind leaks out in tears,
For the bones of those memories alone are left.
Some destinations are classrooms
With a smirking teacher
poking at that big black mole on your nose
Enough for the mind to stall
Any new project or rather an upgrade to next classroom
With a smirkier teacher with glasses dangling on her bulbous nose.

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I took the highway
Drove straight into a forest
Searched and searched and searched
I found
Everything and Nothing
Together.
Together,
We..saw a mad sequence of
Useless trials to be one
We saw, Everything and Nothing fight endlessly,
Untill Nothing won.
But you see, now they are together
Even so, now that you have left me,
I am writing,
For you,
And there is Everything in this Nothingness.

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Bought new solitude
And smile
Losing an embrace

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That mountain to crackle up
And let that fountain of love pour down
Boisterously and passionately like never before
It is a task to break open this huge rock
Built over a lifetime
Built with all the might
An intangible mountain
Built in the brain
The minds brainchild
The indomitable Ego.

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Oh! This is banal
But
For sure
A certain level of alacrity
Is showered on beginnings
Of all types.
Enormous expectations cajole,
Some useless fantasies.
Reckless wastage of dying time,
On souls unnecessary.
It seems to be the general course
For many idiots treat themselves this way
Till
All melts down to a zero a perfect zero
And the meaninglessness of the scheme
Gets trapped in that hole
Going round and round
Mocking the earnest plans
Which never guessed a turn
A turn... A deadly turn..
That questions sanity
And there are, no more answers
But questions... And more of questions
Doubts, questions, remorse
And its time to end.

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In those dull deep recesses
We need to keep some parts of us intact.
Some call it heart some say brain.
Tis indeed a task
For we are
So desperate to replace
Some pieces
We think are better, when with others.
And we mortgage it !
Often for some phony shit!
Until we begin to yearn to release
The bartered piece back
In the same form
In the same flavour
In the same texture
And end up in sighs and screams
Gazing at the scratches and scars
That can't be erased or mended
Permanent as a that episode of a mad dog
Biting onto the bruised pieces... Pieces..
Knowing, only to be a better fool.
And shove some sundry reasoning in dead words
And call it meaning-full.
Those dark deep recesses....
Still waiting for light
To pierce the trepid skin
Moist with some leftover love
From those leftover pieces
That I gained in barter...
In barter for my.... Pieces... Pieces...

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My foes shall count me in as one comrade,
Whose camaraderie they never found worthy to be acknowledged,
Then when i will be dead,
They will count in my memories and leave me undead.

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Some treat them like gold
Put them into some old age home
In bargain buy some false peace

Some love them like gold
Weep at the thought of their loss
Save them in documents

Some treat them as they are
Old kids! toothless, helpless, unsteady steps,
Wrinkles, greys, crackling voice,

Eager to have someone to hear
Someone to speak to
To laugh with

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