Distance

And when I want to reach you,
time stretches to meet the sky,
sand fills my shoes.

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मासूमियत झलकती है,
सारे हुनर उसी के लगते हैं,
लेकिन फिर,
सूरज की तपिश को लोग
बुरा क्यों कहते हैं|

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A word, a line, read,
flutters something inside,
it was there all along,
now you know, you are not mad.

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under the guise of its shadows
gives room to breathe,
like a mother,
who knows,
her errant child may
pretend
he is better off homeless, but
still needs her as his home.

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Pearlescent


I dream in shades of lilac and grey,
subtle hope luminescing,
pearlescent desires
strung on vespers
whispered unbidden.

San Writes— % &Sanctuary

Treasure chest of a little heart,
eccentricities it did hold,
glossy pictures,
old cards,
wilted flowers, shells
and scraps of satin ribbons—
pink, lilac and grey,
her sun on dark gloomy days,
a tiny bird ,
who had to build an escape. — % &

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Giving metaphor, a miss

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Colour dots the sky,
a gust, a pull, a kite falls.
Catch! Is the cry, as feet fly.

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Taming Thoughts

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