THE CLASH
As the glowing sun turned into
A hot ball of fire
Bringing down hell to the dwellers
Of the earth
The world turns into a painting
Of a fallen hero,
Dried lips, cracked lands
And the deserted streets;
And the masses await with dreary desire
To hear a drop of pattering sound.

Here comes the tempest
With a hysteric intent
To break free from the ensnare;
Ramming through the trees and bushes
Capsizing the painting of the sun,
Blowing off its fiery waves to drizzle.

It's a war!
Between the Wind God and the Sun Lord
When one is hidden, other forge havoc
Beating their grudge upon the world
Which like a puppet dances to their lore
A strange harmony amidst chaos!

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HOME

Home is where the heart is
Home is where you are unmasked
The cosiest corner of the world
Where you can listen to you, only you!

Home is where one's soul dwells
It can be a bungalow, a hut or a land on sale
Or a corner under the flyover;
Home is the shelter
From being reproached by outsiders.

Home is in your arms
Where my world resides!

Home is where you are not a lie
Where you don't belie.

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Greeting cards
Remember them?
Those fuzzy winter mornings,
Sitting in the courtyard
With crayons and papers
Snipping snippets of creativity
With our little hands and resources
Handmade wishes for friends and family,
Each card made with love and thoughts
The pure joy of gifting and receiving
They were not just cards -
We exchanged happiness,
Invaluable and irreplaceable
Before our lives got digitalized
Before our emotions succumbed to clicking of keypads
Before our smiles ceased to be real.

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WEEKEND BLUES OF AN ADULT
Its a late Saturday night
Dark and silent
Distant chatterings come floating
Of a celebration, someone having fun.
I'm coiled in my own musings
Reminiscent of a Sunday, not so far away
But lost in time
A Sunday of innocence, carefree and fun.
Longing for being a child again
Wrapped in affection, aura of a princess
Toys and games, friends and jabbering
Now feels like a different life, a different person!
Time and its ways of transition,
On a late, dark Saturday night
I lay dreaming of being a child.

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PEACE AND DEATH

You let me walk on thorns
Looked away as I bled
Now you're adorning my body with flowers
Roses of white and red.

You let my tears dry on my cheeks
Smashing my heart into pieces
Now you're beating your chest
Surrounded by gloomy faces.

My life drifted into darkness
Slowly and silently
The noise turned to stillness
In search of tranquility.

The peace that I longed for
My entire life,
I could finally feel it, live it, accept it
When I ceased to live.

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HOMECOMING

Along the country roads
In a rickety bus
Off she went to catch her past.

Dashing through the fields,
Flying with the wind
When she used to run to school;

Playing in the mud
And playing in the sun
She ain't got a care for the world.

Treading through the familiar lanes
She feels unfamiliar chills
Dubious eyes questioning her arrival.

Was her homecoming too late?
Or was it no more her home?
Might she have lost it in the lap of time!

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FANCY ROAD
Wrapped in a blanket of dreams
She walked by the road she chose
With eyes filled with fancies
For a rosy life ahead.

Leaving behind the past
She takes her tender steps
She knew the darkness won't last
It's only a silhouette, sure to pass.

Unbreakable she stands today
Ahead of numerous pains
She looks up at the twinkling stars
With a merry smile on her face.

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RESTART
As the fresh raindrops
Descend from the sky
The dried up land quenches its thirst.

She scribbles down
Her untitled poem
Pouring her heart in the lines.

The withered leaf
Shakes and wakes up
Reopening its chapter of life.

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When the mind is muddled
With humongous amount of questions
Which but remain unanswered
Why?
Because they stay in the mind
Bottled up and locked
The key to which is lost!
There is a lot to say
But as you start, the voice falters,
Thousands of thoughts unexpressed
Hundreds of questions unanswered
Left with a heavy heart and a broken soul.

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WONDER
Sometimes I wonder
What if it's winter
All the year ahead,
Somedays it'll snow
Somedays cool breeze
Would flush your cheeks red.

You'll shudder in the chill
Wrapped in a quilt
Hot coffee in a cup
Gazing at the distant hill.

The city would be shrouded
In a blanket of mist
The sun would cease
To show up on ease
And summer would be left out
Far far away.

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