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Ligther than air, 'SORRIES'
jejune excuses for committed follies
novel ways can the mind devise
but easy are the ephermal 'LIES'
THEY can never repair the damage done
'declared etiquettes' with meaning undone
some sugary syrup in the salty seas
polished veneer on the sun dried leaves
an attempt to mollify the deep disgrace
a pecadillo hidden by a charming face.

So, sorry dear Mr. Sorry,
I shall use thee no more,
I'm sorry indeed, for YOU
and YOUR SORRIES for sure

Come July

Seventh month of the year,
Of seventh year, is here,
Flashes of sunshine, and droplets of rain,
But, does rain always signifies some pain,
It is the rain of abundance, of smiles,
Of washed away tears,
Of happiness pulling you close,
And away from fears,
It's here for you, embrace it,
Rejoice it, do not leave it mere.

START<--THE<--TO<--BACK

It was a plan unseen, a vision unplanned,
A world of its own, a planet unmanned,
Untamed and at unrest, with life disarmed,
A joy to grieve, walking chilled with warmth.

Such is the one, out of its numerous kinds,
So entwined, so unrevealed, is the analysis of human mind,
When impossibility is denied, an outrage ignites,
When days are by-gone, the thoughts rewind.

A little turbulence, when causes discontent,
And captivity drives away true intents,
For some face it, against uproars, with their wills so brave,
For those who wait, lay the path to their graves.

Freedom will be assured, and promises will be kept,
A taste of freedom so untimely swept,
Will be regained with someone held so dear to heart,With someone besides, do we have a reason to part,
From every ending let me take you back to the start.

I still do not Know!

Yeah!Just a thought of that very bird who,
I thought was trying to soar above the rest,
Spreading her wings with eternal delight,
Lost in the mystery of the full moon night,
Disappeared behind the trees to go out of sight,
Who she was I do not know,
Just wished that moment would go slow,
The thoughts that fled in that one row,
But who she was I still do not know…..

All I did was to take a sigh,
All I wished it to be sweet lie,
For all that happened in a blink of an eye,
Leaves rustled under the faint blue sky,
And who was she I know not now,
All I know she made me wow,
The bird in black, who swirled and turned,
And from her face the laughter churned,
And in her moves was a divine spirit,
And in her looks, a trumping turret,
And then it was the time for me to go,
For that black bird that I still do not KNOW!

tHINK!

Think, for thoughts are integral to your life
Think, to splash your ideas, In the pool you dive,
Think, coz’ after you are gone, only your thoughts survive,
Think, coz’ from every beginning, there’s an end to arrive.

Think, to break free from the monotone of every second’s blink,
Think, make your convictions so strong, so your heart may never sink,
Think of colors of life, from blue to pink,
Think, what you believe, and not what others about you think.

Think, coz’ you hold the bridle to make others think,
Think, to resurrect those who have forgotten how to think,
Think, coz’ to make a chain, we need to add on links,
So don’t just wink, simply think!!

Think, FOLKS think!!!!

To me, it's still a flower!

The fragrance has gone, but not its charm
The colour is faded; the pink of its petal shows no more
The stem has shrunk, become pale and brittle
The leaves have dried, have no more metal

To me, it is still a flower
Its tenderness still delves into the reminiscences of the past
And brings out freshness
From the beauty it had held, which shall always last

To me it is still a flower,
It has some entwined mysteries, some memories added to its cart
And when the leaves protecting it; unfold
Then one can hear the music that rejoiced a heart

To me it is still a flower
Its withered look doesn’t lessens its appeal
Death couldn’t shadow its eternal soul
From sweet remembrances, only sweet intent reveals

The Parable of my Dream

Just wait for a little while,
I told myself with a hint of smile,
It was coming to me, I’d always thought,
The only dream I’d always sought,
It kept me waiting all the time,
In a hope that some day I’ll hear its chimes,
My aspirations needed an alteration,
Me n my conscience was in altercation.

Then one day it stepped down on the dais,
Dais of my dreams, I knew I was never bias,
And now it stood right there in place,
Still n frozen, never had I seen it in that phase,
Overjoyed n thrilled, I made my move,
My nerves racked n my spirits shove,
I assured it,” Fear not dear, I’m by your side”,
Was I too keen to take my ride?

Swift it was as blows the wind,
Serenity it held when the torrent set in,
With it was established a long acquaintance,
Still worthy was its sole dependence,
Faith instilled was strong, no voids no elusions,
A voice that faded before conclusion,
It dreamed of fairies n fair mansions,
The prince’s conquest and devils’ evasions.

A spirit divine wrapped in the tranquil white,
In this shackled world, a true respite,
Rendezvous with it always were divine,
For it I wished to evolve, to outlive n outshine,
Everything for now is just half down the lane,
What the new day holds, radiance or rain,
Was the world I visited full of gleam,
Or was it just another parable of my dream.