No one can become
the other person
Instead work on self
And give your best

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MUDRAS

Mudras formed on each musical beats
Speak words of my heart
That defines myself reach
Every nooks and corners
Within

Photo credit to artist Latika Shah Singh

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HANDS

When words fail to convey a message
Trust on your hands
Sometimes hands could clarify feelings
Spoken languages hesitate to express
As though some grunts and sounds

Photo credit to artist Latika Shah Singh

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DREAMS

Dreams I breathed in many colours
Tied each a string and let them fly
A few burst in unmatured stride
Some flew above the mountain heights
Rest all disappeared in the clouded sky

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Mind and Body

A barrier actually becomes a barrier
When we think of it as one
When we let the mind go
The body automatically follows
As long as the body permits
There’s no reason why
The mind shouldn’t cooperate with it
After all, it’s the mind
That rules the body and not vice versa

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MISMATCHED

They come from all walks of life
A diverse community
Representing all racial and ethnic backgrounds
As well as faith traditions
Yet they struggle for their identity

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DESTINY

When you have no plan
For going anywhere
Or a purpose
You wander inside the four walls
Cursing your fate

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This is Love

Yelling through the fighting talks
And making up with a kiss

Starving for love in day
And feeding love the whole night

At times we are best
Other times we become creep

Suppose this is what love is
Sometime sour yet always sweet.

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दोस्ती

जब माजी डूबने को हो,
तो किनारा पकड़ लेना।
तूफान दोस्ती निगलने लगे,
तो डट के सामना करना।
सबसे सुंदर रिश्ता, दोस्ती हैं लोगों,
उसपर कभी आँच न लगने देना।

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Simple and Complex

Life was so simple dear
Ago decades passed
This same land had then
Given us all that required
But never more to keep aside

The best companions then were
Our innocence and health
And the best riches were
The ignorance of wealth
But the time got altered by the trades unfriendly race

Usurped the land which reared
Around the farms where settlement rose
Unfriendly wealth clumsy structures rose
And every want of luxury side by side
Wiping all the farms that yielded

Where have they gone?
Those gentle hours that plenty bade bloom
Those calm desires that asked but little room
Those healthful sport that graced the peaceful scene
Grieves my heart without any peace

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