Ghazal on Father

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I am the horizon
between the daylight and
the night.
Yes, this is my pride.
And as I sit under the tree, waiting
for the apple to fall,
I discover
the colours appear
through the waterfall.
The sun, the moon, the earth
and the sky, all
conspire
that my intended self
integrates from the shatters
of the jigsaw
that is this mother nature.

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Writing sounds like..

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December is an unsung symphony,
a call for the Cuckoo
and the Heron, to head home.
A silent goodbye
driven by the happiness of winters,
December is snowfall.
December is a smile
on the face
of years gone and
the years on
their way.
A month of warmth in the chills.
December is a lover’s promise.
December is the end to a start,
a start to an end.
December is 360th degree of the circle.
December
is innocence.
December is omniscience.

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Manali 2008

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Remember, how Dumbledore had his wand up upon his temple and he pulled out memories, relived them, ridding himself of the chaos and searching for the pacifier ?

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Be your own hero

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White lies

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I am waiting to create
something that I desire
in every passing moment,
that holds the calm
after the storm has passed,
once the darkness of the midnight sky settles
in its cozy rocking chair
reading wartime stories to the yawning sun,
who worked over time, burning humanity
with its desire for more
and more and more
and more.

I am waiting to create
a dew drop from the breath
that life took away,
left me, hopeless,
and less and less
and less.

Listen my love,
when I finish this dew drop,
incarcerate me
in it, take me
into you
with your last breath..

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3. BEGINNING AGAIN

Dha dhin dhin dha "With this, I come onto the rangmanch, showered with blessings of gods above,"
Dha dhin dhin dha "rooted to my tradition that teaches me about sensibilities and legacy,"
Dha tin tin ta "I bare in my heart and mind with the newfound knowledge from my gurus,"
Ta dhin dhin dha "may I absorb, assimilate and move forward with my art into the world."

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