I looked at you in the calmness
With the nerves rushing inside me
Shaking, smiling yet afraid
It was the first sight.
A handshake A hug
A random hand touch
Rushing the andraline inside
That calms the anxiety aside.

The walk across the lane
With eyes fixed on the sane
I put my eyes down
And take your hand
Ready to cross the road
Not afraid of the horn.
Though suddenly a fear seeps in
I look back to your side
Confused, were you holding my hand
Or was it an invisible string clenched inside my fist.

Not sure I stand still
Lights shining , hour drowning
I look across the streets
People all staring across their own fists.
Confused, perplexed, astonished and afraid
Each one standing still in their own place.
The world looks so lost this way
Waiting for those hands to reapear
Waiting for the road to be crossed
Yet somehow everything looks settled
In their own store
Call it a memory, call it a hope,
Or call it a shadow to be hold.
Where does it end
And how does it go
We are all still waiting across the road.

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Far across the paddy fields,there stands a child
Playing, washing with buffalo in the stand
Laughter & innocence wrapping his hand
Little distance is the father dry,
Gathering the calves and ensuring satisfied
The sun drowning into the horizon,
Night steeping slowly spreading its credence.
The duo is ready to return to their little abode.
Have that live water and eat on the soothing floor.
An evening so common yet so calming,
The smiles so serene yet so enticing.
I see a temple just on the side,
making their house glow in shades of red and white.
The darkness is now complete but yet so light.
The brightness of the heart making it shine.

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Silver Lining

I see a light bright and blinding ,
Wrapping me around,
Like a child in a blanket,
Warming the core and speeding the flight
Is it ok to be alright?
I ask a fellow to sit by the side ,
But seems like it was just passing by...
With smile on the face we bid goodbyes,
To the next journey we are supposed to ride!
I ran into the field filled with fireflies,
Are they shooting stars or just the night!!
The light takes another turn,
Bringing in shades to embrace,
I fell out at the colours and still amazed!
Slowing the light tucks me to bed,
Singing the lullaby and kissing sweet prayers.
I open my eyes from the beautiful dream ,
Gasping on the aroma left from the gleam!

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So many words ,
So many languages,
So many people gone by,
Each describing love and it's impact.
Some make money by selling their books,
Some make money by making people believe in luck,
Each encashing this feeling for their benefit.

The songs we listen,
The movies we feel,
All wrapped around this abstract concept
YET it's felt by everyone in a different capacity.

Some say it is the sacrifice
Some describe it to be the freedom
Some call it pain and suffering
And Some call it coming back home

What is it then that makes us
Insanely obsessed with love?
Is it the very idea of being vulnerable
without any judgement,
Or is it the acceptance one feels the need off?
Is it the idea of feeling those butterflies in the stomach,
Or is it the feeling of being touched for the first time ?

Questions are many but who can answer
After all everyone has their own definition of love that holds them together.

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We are all waiting for our poison
That drowns us in the pool
But still leaves a calmness within,

Slowing taking parts of us
We could never return to,
Yet creating spaces where we'll always belong.

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I Stumbled upon a book
Filled with romance and hues
Pages sparkling as fountain
And sharpen as dirk
The words building paths
And imagination huge
Metaphors at par
And ironies drooled.

Laughing in the corner is my friend
Still astonished how I fell.
I stand up and dust myself,
Look for my audience and walk ahead
The person still shocked
But with a mischievous smile
Questions my sanity and approves my vibe

I smile to my audience and give a sigh
Holding the book in my hand
Ready to drive
The final act is still not done
Too many narratives
Too many dyes
Which shade to be painted
The canvas is still dry.

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Luck!
As they say...
What is it that we seek?
What is it that we follow?
How do we in the arms of
the untamed love lose ourselves.
How is it we are called,
loved or lucky or blessed.
What defines this ?
Is there a bar to be felt
or crossed or suppressed.
What is it that we follow,
blinded by the success or failure or delusion.
Words as they say,
describing the silky emanating
thoughts forming clouds of
emotions that overpower us.
Comparisons, irony, metaphor & symphony.
All soaked in colours, All soaked in spirant.
Who are we ?
What defines us?
Ahh! I guess I have to leave it to WORDS to answer that.

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I try scribbling few words
To adore, to crave, to reminisce
Words to portray,words to convey
Words that has soul of the fellow old.

But there comes the light,
That takes me afar ,
Far from the stars , far from the hour
Lights that are of North and South,
Lights that are of old and new.
Separating us beautiful as they are.

I am not still, I am not dead
But I am still somewhere,
Somewhere to be found,
Melancholy and rejoiced,
Both beautifully engraved

I make a figure ,
Instilling the qualities of thee
Shaping the structure,
With the qualities of me.

I know the book is half written,
The book is half shattered,
But the pages has the essence
Admiring the Thee

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When are you going to heard
with all the chaos of the modern world
When all that you said
were perceived to be ruins of the old
Was it right for you to run
or shall you be there, standing to ponder

Will the tremble of your hands be seen
Or shall you hold it hard for it to disappear
Does after all this time
will your breath still smell of that nectar
Or should you just wrap around the laughter

When shall you perceive
When shall you leave
when will you be touched
when will you be loved

Run into the wilderness my friend
run into the grass
The time here is done
the time here has passed.

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If this how we live
could move to some other land
If this how you whisper
could we change the language instead
If this how we merge
could we change the concept instead

Stuck in the modern and old ways
lost in the world of ironies and metaphors
could we not create a sign of mutuality

How have we come so far
far beyond words of validity and assurance
far from the Hugs and wishes
struggling to understand it's ways
struggling to understand it's time

Are we there or is it done
shall we celebrate or shall we wait
may I see you when glitter not fades
may I be the soul that touches people
For I may not be right but time is neither.

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