Walking on those paths more and more, it's still new...
Yet, I am never told how these sideways grasses grew...
That red umbrella has seen many rains lasted for hours...
Catching those evening smiles and droplets out of flowers...

Many things are to be said, more papers are to be filled...
Thousands of dusk are to be breathed with snowy winds...
Rest are millions of stars and denser mist to be gone through...
Knights were playing with my head but out of nowhere...
I just ended myself smiling and standing in front of you...

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GHOST…

“Summer night and it’s 2:30 am…
Looking at stars, sitting on his favourite place…
God knows why he sighed and whispered a name…
But I, who knows how he earned pride and fame…
Wait, tonight is strange as he has not slept yet…
From this angle, all I am seeing is his eyes are wet…

Turning the lights on and he took a paper to write…
Can’t find me but what if I am caught by his sight…?
Seems, that smile is on me but eyes are red as the ink…
keeps on writing as he has a deep ocean to drink…
Still, thirsty he goes to upstairs to capture starlight…
Let me see what is keeping him awaken in midnight…

Confused he wrote few lines and titled as “Ghost”…
Possible if he can see me in corners or places utmost…?
Should I ask why he is writing this but afraid, I can’t…!
May be, this dusk, he has learnt some spells and incants…
Finished gazing the stars, he is heading back to the room…
Seen worse but this time, he is breathing through vacuum…”

“Can’t see you but you have seen all phases of mine…
So, all the winters I conceal, to those people I can’t define…
A watcher, you better know me, tell where I went wrong…
Or at least hint me, I should sleep listening to which song…?”

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Garden Of Words...

Not in the map but the corner of her courtyard…
Talks to a bloom, remember where it got a start...?
If not, then there was a time when she visited a garden…
Roaming nowhere and she just picked a flower broken…

It’s been time and it’s the time for one more dawn…
That root has turned into flower and grew so strong...
Dreams of entanglement, it is smiling today like never before…
Because it knows what’s written next in destiny to explore...

“There will be the time and she will use to visit the gardens…
All the papers but the broken one will be chosen in her tense…
Neither in map nor in words but in the corner of her courtyard…
The touch of blossoms shall revive all memories in her heart…”

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Beginning..

Months have passed by, carrying these memories..
Guess, never found piece of paper to pen the stories..
Drawing the alphabets on white paper with red..
Thinking out loud, what do I have to sing instead.?

Truth is, nobody cares how long I have been absent..
Either poet no more or prettiest fountains to be spent..
Moreover, I am missing the rhythms and magic of words..
Will these lines be able to quench only reader's thirst.?

Summers must look back how cold winters looked..
Innocent dawn fog with dusky breezes and cracking woods..
Gazed at those silver stars of ice wandering around the moon..
Trying to drink the frozen emotions with a tiny metal spoon...

Walking on those paths more and more, it's still new..
Yet, I am never told how these sideways grasses grew..
That red umbrella has seen many rains lasted for hours..
Catching those evening smiles and droplets out of flowers...

Many things are to be said, more papers are to be filled..
Thousands of dusk are to be breathed with snowy winds..
Rest are millions of stars and denser mist to be gone through..
Knights were playing with my head but out of nowhere..
I just ended myself smiling and standing in front of you....

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Belonged to Seventh realm...
She used to travel to the Titans and Moons...
Had never been to third yet she realized soon...
May be a journey of here before a long time...
Few glimpses, whether she has lost her rhyme...

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3 days after, Sun woke up again...
Clouds are leaving behind, the rain...
Yet Winter is moan, concealed somewhere...
May be, I can feel it also in my heart...
So cold, it doesn't know a beat to start...
Frost and Mist have taken away every part...

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His Phoenix wings and Eyes full of rage...
The reflection of Death, Life could never gaze...
Legions were behind His Feathers of Flames...
He shook the kingdoms, The Lord of Blames...
"Find the Thing, you had never and can never...
Or tell me what is your deepest desire, forever..."
Saying is wise, "When They fall, They also rise.."
It feels like this Morning has come very soon...
Because the Night has gone with her moon.....

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Yes my brother, I know, you remember...
How much pretty those summers and winters...!
I came before, I was alone, then you were here...
13th of April, black Friday even I am without fear...
You the, colour to my Holi, sparkles to my Diwali...
They come and go, forever wish ''I want you to stay..''
All your dreams may come true, ''Happy Birthday...''

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THE DEVIL ...

Sometimes, the days having rough winds...
Devil of Saturn has started to lose his wings...
Down to the earth, seems like a shooting star...
Leaving behind the hopes and sparkles...
The Ring, his heritage, but he came so far...

The very moment, Sun hides all the animate...
Because of hate and fear towards the Comet...
Dark, without galaxies, wonders, ''Where are these..? ''
No more bright stars, the Sky feels so alone...
At the horizon, the Sky cries with a loud moan...

Someone is gazing at Devil, from gloomy Gloom..
Worried Sky turned around, The Ring of infinite room...
Winter is sleeping in the corner of that dried Tree...
No wings full of miracles, so Devil can't be free...
He is at agony, but he will have to learn how to fly...
May be, deep in answers of why, while losing his rings...
Sometimes, the nights having rough winds...
The fallen Devil of Saturn has lost his wings...

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It has also concealed scars, but Winter is moan...
No one can see, no one can feel, it's all alone...
Shivering, itself is covered with blanket of snow...
So cold, deep inside, may be mistral stops to flow...
Prophecy says, no more white pearls in stygian dusk...
The Winter will rise again with fragrance of musk...
A clue, it will be back with its mysterious form...
Still hidden, reflection of scrapes, wrath of hailstorm....

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