I remember asking you, "Can you hear the waves ?"
And you smiled and said, "Of course I can,
Every sound of life will have to pass through me,
Before they get the privilege of getting closer to you."
Well, that was fifty years ago,
When we're walking hand in hand along the seashore.
And you promised to never let me go. That was the day I fell for you.
Last night, I asked you, "Can you still hear the waves ?"
And you smiled and said,
"Every sound of life will still have to pass through me first,
And though I know there's no ocean here this time,
I know you're talking about your heart, That will stop soon."
Yesterday I fell for you. Again.
I guess it was listening to the same words,
That made me fall for you,
In the last few seconds I had left,
Made it a lot easier and painless for me.
And as I had my last breath,
You said, "Darling, I will always hear you"
And that made me fall for you, Again,
Even when I was dying,
Apart from rising to some heavenly abode,
I was falling too, falling for you.
ALL OVER AGAIN !-
The sound of writing
Is like tossing a coin
In a hollow sundried tank
With a tight , closed fist.
It sounds like
The periphery of many oceans
Striking their waves together
To see which one wins .
It sounds like
The chaos in the mind of a man
Who jaywalked at the place where he wanted to stop.
It's sounds like
An alchemy much needed.-
The waves of sea kisses your feet with such delicacy that you can never imagine: it has the power to drown you.
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Down beneath, I m broken apart
for the words so deep, in my heart...
crawling around, for peace in the air
the world, does not seems to be fair...
the fogg admist, tough faded path
I tried hard, to remove all scars...
nothing, but all in vain
sand in hand, only remain...
sitting at the sea shore
I look out for waves some more...
that touch my feet in glee
and fill my emptiness as bed of sea...
the shells, that are spread around
looks beautiful in necklace round...
those tiny turtles, from the eggs buried
moving unhampered, to live the surreal...
all the way for thousand year
in the hard core roof, only to wear...
souls captured in diffirent forms
following prison of body and its norms...
just to wake, breath, eat and sleep
this cycle of life, nonetheless repeat...-
These feet of mine aim
To race the traveling dawn
In a world without color.
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I bubble like the water
When it blow
I goes up and start
too Slow,
I dance in the rain
When arrive
I flourish every hour
Too easily
I am a genderless people
Called me any name
I am not going to loose
My verginity
Because you called me
A wore
I am a strong feeling of
Humour
The water which have no
Colour
And that's I take the shape of
You
Call me by
My Name !
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कभी यह साहिल पर छोड़ जाती हैं
कभी यह भँवर में तुमको फंसाया करती हैं-
We met at the shore and the waves of the ocean becomes the onlooker of our capricious memories..!
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