You were fascinated by
The dyes of blue on my eyelids.
Now, I look upto the milky way
To find that hue to glue it back
So you could find the shine and be
Fascinated yet again.

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I heard your voice, calling me near
But when I turned, you weren't here.

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I turned the page to find your quote,
The blank page stared - weren't you there?

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The sun looked like moon today
Fog surrounded and obscured the view
Putting the observer in doubt
What time of the day was it?
The  morning surely wasn't usual
Though the sun kept his promise
Filling in like a staunch disciple of light
With a purpose of stealing the darkness
As usual.
The fog was smarter though
Coming in fleetingly with winds of change
Obscuring the hard workers routines
As if they didn't exist.
The sun still stood, in his own expanse
Knowing like the sage;
His time would come in the day
Where fog would disappear
As fleetingly as it had arrived.

The day belonged to him,
He knew.

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He spoke,
Of what he liked, what he loved.
He wrote, what he saw, what he heard.
A thought forgotten was what he feared.
Never delved into penning it down.
What made him stay back,
Or not jump into the pool.
A risk to take or not.
But then, I didnt realize either
Whether it was risk or not.
Things just happened
With time I thought.

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Regret

A faint pink still coloured the sky
A blur of events passed by
The day had almost gone
Regret had filled the sky.

The days deeds did rewind
Through the lens of my mind
Had brought me to a halt
O! Wasn't regret still kind?

The hellos and hi's
Of faces gone by
The smiles were there
But frowns had messed by.

A sleep pill to put to rest
An effort not everyone met
The dim was enough to close
Tired eyes not of regret.

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The anvil of weekend
Through alley of hardwork

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A family, that has been your strength,
Your long served workbench,
A winning game,
Your faithful puppy,
Your old neighbourhood.
Until you realize,
You would miss seeing the shore
If you let this ship sailing without its oar.

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Which keeps playing in harmony.
If you catch it's note,
Your music becomes your ringtone of life.

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I began writing for myself.

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