Colourful stones
Help me to remember
Different moments in my existence
In troubles and joy,
In happiness and pain.
Every little stone
Is like special story of my life.

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PEBBLES ON THE TABLE

Placing the pebbles
On the table
And playing with them.....

I don't know why
But they remind me of
Those colourful gems
Which in childhood
We want to eat again and again....

But now things are changed,
We only cherish those memory
After seeing these pebbles,
placed on the table
But in reality
All colours are lost
And people are running after
Endless materialistic game......

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They say everytime you look back,
You see the future.
Judgement follies,
Misplaced lilies,
Broken vows,
Crumpled to-do-lists.
They all carry a reminder
Of stuffs that were meant to be
And never happened.
And subtly, the to-do-list grows,
Like a catharsis.
And we succumb to all those
Insignificant pebbles,
Believing them to be touchstones.
As life happens,
We submit to all feeble desires,
Distraught like a child who argues
Pneumonia begins with 'n'.
We pluck and pull at
All things beautiful,
Wishing to feed rainbows
to our consuming mirage.
Until the doomsday,
When we step up from denial
And know for sure,
Graveyards are made of
lost and found wishes,
And corpses toss and turn,
On pebblestones they once held dear.

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