Love arrives with bells and whistles,
Brings thunderstorm of emotions,
Many dreams unfold,
You wonder at the beauty of it,
Forever to nurture.

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To live without distraction,
An utopia.
How I wish,
Cacophony of mind,
Result of incessant distractions
Can drift away somewhere far
Never to make a comeback.

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Day to remember..

Camera Panned, Tension mounted,
Could I deliver,question paramount.

Why did I agree,to be part of this milieu?
What made me do it,when stacks were against it?

Trying out unknown,chasing a whim,
Why did I surrender, to someone's dream?

Day passed by in a motion blur,
Part acted out in a dazed stupor.

Cacophony around,went unheard,
Evening arrived,pack up announced.

Body relaxed and mind relieved,
Energy returned to my tired feet.

What did I gain, mind whirled,
Experience pocketed and friends made.

Story of my life gets one more facet.

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Every story has an end,
Whether poignant or sentimental,
Whether joyful or jovial,
Is eternal love just a story?

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I see the reflection

face is smiling

extending a hand

I befriend myself.

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As the day ended,
I pondered and wondered,
How did the day pass ?
What would the next day bring?

I looked out of the window,
Moon resting on his side,
Gently questions, why worry?
Look at me. I wane and rise,
Life goes on,
Take all in your stride,
You too shall rise.

Twinkling stars nodded in affirmation.

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Wednesday, not so easy to utter.

A day you weigh days passed,
A day you feel weekend is still far,
A day you take a stock,
A day you plan the future,

A day not so middle of the week .

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Narration

Let me not try, to narrate
About my fragile emotions,
Lying battered and bruised,
And crumpled somewhere within.

Buried deep somewhere ,
In recess of my mind,
Often it intrudes and knocks the door.

I know the sound of its steps,
I acknowledge , shake my head
And try to go back to reality I face.

Years have gone by,
As I try to shake the memories,
Images do blurred dance,
Laughing at my failure to do so.

Knowing the futility,
I accept the past,
With those hazy images,
I tried so hard to erase.

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There comes a time,
When you take a stock,
Of life's path ,
So diligently chosen.

Friends and strangers ,
You have met,
Or left by the wayside,
Happenings you have enjoyed,
Or were unwelcome,
Dreams you have woven,
Or lay fragmented somewhere,
You weigh the balance ,
And count your blessings.

Road ahead unknown ,
yet uncharted,
You try to draw the line,
To lead you to the goal
Which exists somewhere
Or
May be just in your dreams.

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Clock chimes six
Waking me up from my morning slumber
I stare at the clock and its three commanders
They are on their unending walk
Elderly , little bent, take tottering steps
Younger one doesn't have patience to wait
Other one tries to maintain an uniform pace
How disciplined! I ponder.
I wonder, What if?
What if all the timekeepers of the world stall?
I go back to sleep to dream.

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