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The Regal Spring

The winds of March are yawning from this dawn
as spring is waking up on fairy land
The yearning and the woes of winter's gone
and hope is blushing green again as planned

The buds are stretching arms and kissing skies,
petals release themselves from time's prison
The Earth is laughing in flowers' disguise?
Or Gods are painting hues that’s long hidden?

But what's with spring and buds and painting Gods?
It's just another season that will pass
The hues don't feed and yet demand applauds?
It's time to chuck the rosy tinted glass?

Your mind is where you sow your thoughts as seeds
Your heart is where you grow flowers or weeds

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the first time I met you
and the last

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be it in Rio or Rome
You need a stone foundation
of perseverance and dedication
A mortar that holds together
joys, sorrows and rough weather
Pretty windows for sunrise and sunset
to cheer you up when you are upset
Flowers buzzed by bees once a while
to force that much needed smile
A floral design open armed door
gladly welcoming guests in galore
And a huge-hearted loving roof
where nobody feels lonely or aloof

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I am good but not God
Sometimes I too get mad at ease
I might have had that day that’s odd

Sometimes I'm so carefree
With a joy that's hard to hide
Sometimes, all I have is worry
And they may see my other side

I may get edgy but I want them to know
I never meant to take it out on them or you
Life has its problems and I’ve mine to bow
Sometimes maybe I bit more than I could chew

I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
so please don't let me be misunderstood
— Slightly modified the song by Nina Simone

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but sometimes you may not see
the woods or the wildlife
no passers by to wave a bye
no sunshine, no moonlight
no stars but just a blank blue sky
no roads with signs of left or right
no beaches or mountains
not even the horizon
that splits the seas from the skies

No questions, no answers
Your job is
to keep rowing,
create few ripples
and keep moving
with time

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tight
with jail-like ribs
concealing flesh
shrouding layers of skin
with both hands
and ten fingers

but still
your heart knows
how I feel for YOU

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like everything else
sooner or later
like it or not
ready or still finishing
contented or craving
your life’s gonna end

Mystery is
no one knows
when, where or how
It’s hiding
in your blind spots

Make the most
of every moment
of every day
Touch the hearts
in the deepest way
Leave a void
you can see from faraway
More than this
what can I say?

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Kohli goes for a duck
Dhawan yells “What the f* #k!!”
The Sundars and the Axars
couldn’t hit those sixers
We couldn’t even hit it a little farther
while facing arrows from the Archer
It was the day of the Buttlers & the Roys
the ball didn’t come to the bat of our boys
Today our bowlers took the bloody blows
The English crushed a billion Indian egos
Because today’s flat pitch
didn’t behave like a cunning bitch

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still...
seeing myself in your eyes
reflecting you in mine
like a kaleidoscope of love

Your memories
run all over my heart
like veins on a leaf
crawling to the edges
of time and fate

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