Start it miraculously productive,
With the last night's guilty brain, hiper active.
And as the sun dip in sweet nothings,
Slouch on the couch till another idea rings.
Then, as you think of ways to relax better,
The week's laundry will utter.
But you ditch it all till dusk arrives with adulthood,
And that's how you spend a Sunday dude!

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The night fetched a whole lot to carry to another day.
Hanging heavy, at my window, the coffee with his "hey".
And as the day went by, with a coffee stain on my shirt.
A smile went along with it, as if his eyes healed every hurt.

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The Placebo



To catch a glimpse of a dream complete
From a to z, all done to pleat;
And as I grow, I live for those glimpses,
But never to seek what it feels
to sing the hymn.

All the sweet nothings, it whispers
day and night,
All the colours, it smears in black and white;
And I won't budge for, to me, those do magic
I see those colourful black and white, tragic.

I will coat it with what I see
I will cover it with my belief.
I will turn a million grey to green,
I am, ergo, will always blindly beam.

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Grace's God



It all falls down like a blissful rain
And just as your head hits the pillow; Ah! God's grace .

But whom does grace call,
When the rain makes its life muddy?
To whom it goes to clean the
drying-wounds-but-still-bloody?

It all comes down and touches the soil,
Like the mother earth absorbed all the pain futile.
And as again some unnoticed grace evaporates to the sky,
We sigh, remembering the once-upon-a-time tide.

As if, we know it will come again,
And the same.
All of it is grace's god
and a god's grace is all.

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Cornered


In the world that's stuck in loops
I got cornered by the eyes.
While the lips in between mushed
and swallowed the made up lies;
I couldn't speak the truth,
For the triumph alone was dark.
As all were tied together in ruth,
One heavy tale bent into an arc.

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Vis-a-vis (A Haiku)


The nights lie sacred
His dreams wrapped around my eyes
Turned fool again, wise.

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Today the evening lit up the summer;
Uttering the peace where the seasons separate, that
Lasted long but the absence of spring saddens no more.
I bequeathed the comfort of the heat in my balcony
Pulped through the yellow light, rekindling the memories core.

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Solidarity of the Lonely Pals



When I was 13 years old, I thought
I understood all of the things on
which my elders used to say,
you'll understand with time.
I always thought they were
underestimating my beliefs and strengths.
Four consecutive years, I thought the same
until I started getting weaker and
all that was lucid started to gain
some mist and made itself home
like the fog over the window
overlooking the after mornings of
the previous night's rain.
For, while I slept peacefully, I, myself
underestimated the beliefs the weak hold
and how much stronger it is held
because of the solidarity.
Dropping on the ground loud enough
to be noticed by the insomniac and
sweet enough to make the sound asleep
fall deeper into it.

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Hibernating Love (A Tanka)



The night unleashed when,
The secrets of the winter.
By the winds napped cold
That beholding the broken,
Had slept through the story whole.

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Over Time



Oh this blood of youth
It thinks it can beat the odds of time.
It thinks, ergo, the moment it dreams,
It dreams another,
to have it then and there.
For what and where?
It doesn't have a clue.
It's just warm and red,
The naive mind adds the blue.

I wish, my feet could help.
Standing steady till the time itself tells,
To go and rest, it's not a spell.
I wish my fingers could help ring the bell.

I guess it's fair to wait for now
And for however long.
For to win over time,
I have to lose overtime.

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