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When the life woven in streaks of dreams
craft patterns blending colors for tomorrow,
my memories from the past melts
along with the mist, past my faded vision.

My thoughts, like the waves that erase foot prints
never stop caressing my mind, to hold the bloom for ever.
My heart, like the reflections on dew drops
never stop following light, kindling the flare within

Like a lone child building the castle on the shore
far from the tide and the lingering wind,
hoping the night will drop its jewels over
I sit waiting in the shade left by the wise.


and ......


When I see the moon in full glory

Making mystic shadows on the flower buds eager to bloom

And the leaves start to stir the air making breeze that loom

To kiss me and hug me with its amorous wings

Slipping me in to a delusion, If I am for certain or in a dream




Sunday, September 15, 2013

Rain Drops

Livid sky made beautiful drain drops

Gravid. Bearing the pain, holding breath

Waning to emptiness

Letting its soul rain into destiny

Gobbling down its verve

The hungry minds drowned in it.

Meager ones, cursed each other,

And, then drowned hungry

Orphaned dewdrops unnerved

Looked for a place to hide.

Shaking, leaves wept in the wind

Praying for the sun to come on its side

Raindrop the tear of the bygone

Seed for the impending,

Fruit of the existing

Unable to cry, Looked in to itself

Saw a new cloud forming within

Its strengthening heartbeat, kept erasing past
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