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Best Poems Written by Swarup Mohalik

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Love In the Fading Lights

At the end of the garden
	In the fading light
An elderly couple, lovingly argue
	Whose watch is right.

Heads tilted
	With smile on lips,
Wrist on wrist
	They match the ticks.
	
It doesn't matter
	Whose watch is right,
They are in love
	Even in the fading light.

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Late Afternoon Thoughts

Looking out at my piece of the sky
On an afternoon of unexpected inactivity
Following the threads of thoughts
Could be a pleasure, to give them phonemes
Even better, or so would I think.

Tomorrow is full of meetings, 
And a tough deadline, but now 
All I have is the present, a glorious sun
Dipping over the tall buildings yonder.
Sunset is a rare sight in the city
But the memories of yore 
Still tinge the heart. There is laughter
Of people at play beyond the walls,
In the dense peepal full of cackle, 
Birds gather for the evening meet.
The sound of steam from an automatic caffe, 
The jingle of cups, 
Muted voices with technical jargon
Waft though the empty corridor.

Streams of words chase the thoughts
For some indefinite time, 
Then give up, discouraged at the increasing gap
Folding into the comforts of quietude.
The sun is gone, the rays remain
A sigh rises in heart, could go home !

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After the Announcement

Have you seen sorrow engulfing
A crowd, like a dark cloak 
Covering, the lone lamp in the corner.
There are some whispers,
Cow's bells from a world apart.
Announces the end, it's over.

What are you but a spare cog
Why tears, won't you get a job?
I am sorry but I am not open
For you, mate, time to move on.

Yes, time will heal the wound
The earth is bountiful, for who're sincere at work.
Tomorrow will be a brighter day, no doubt
But is this an excuse, for today's shock?

Whatever it is, know it is life
Part happiness, part dipped in pain
The same cloud that brings coolness
May on a sudden bring in rain

The rain will stop,  the sun will shine
The cloak'll be removed, the lamp will glow
For it's inevitable that
After today, there'll be a tomorrow.

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Penance

When the sun rose after a night
And touched the earth to spread the light
Of joy, of dreams.
I borrowed the warmth of a smile
From my lips
And stole a twinkle 
From my eyes,
To light a heart I thought was dark
With a secret, one scarcely could mark.

But alas! I shudder at what I did
With those secrets I got rid
Of the core that makes the self
Paralysed me, I couldn't help.

Now you talk of light again,
As the cinders mock
Under the consoling shy
That strong men do not cry
Oceanful of tears choke
My heart.
To cry without tears, Darling!
Is an art.

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Rain and Us

Last night it rained,
Incessantly, but without hope
For this was not
The time of the year,
Only the season of prayer
From a million parched lips.
Murmurs coalescing 
Into clouds, precipitating
In the rain dust
Waiting for a miracle of sorts.

Last night it rained,
The street lights got drenched
Withdrawing into themselves,
With silent prayers 
On the rims
Waiting for a Buddha to appear.
But the flowers bloomed
To welcome the coolness
Ignoring the evanescence,
The uncertainty 
Of the passing moments. 

Now, in the cool, quiet morning,
When I walk among
The riot of colors, I know 
The flowers
Did the right thing
When it rained last night.

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Of Flowers and Caterpillars

Someone decides
           And then terminates
The colorful catepillars, feeding
          On the lovely, little flowers.

No one stopped to ask
           The flowers, if their wish
Was to live for appreciation
           Or, die for metamorphosis.

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Talking of a Fan

I am not talking of a fan
Finger-biting, awe-struck
I am talking of the device
Triggered by a switch, stuck
On the roof, to provide breeze
In a hot day, moving and nice.

(I) remember the hottest day
In my life, on the sands of the river.
With crystal clear water,
But so warm no fish would like.
With a friend sharing the lot
With a pair of rickety bikes,
And the carefree youth in us
Where even the hottest day
In one's life, doesn't matter.

It was forty eight in the city, they said
The hottest in the history,
That some caught unawares, died
That was a long time back, but imprinted
With indelible ink, in the mind.
Whenever they say it is hot
Without fail, everytime
It hits the spot.

Oh, I just forgot I was talking of the fan
For those who just wait and serve
Not surprisingly, it happens often.
No one remembers the pain
Of the workers who sculpted the stone
But commit to memory the name of the king
Who just ordered from his throne.
Shame on me, I forgot again
I wanted to talk, about the fan.

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You and Me

You were beside me
When we walked on the wet sand, 
Hand in hand, 
The waves lapping at our feet.

You chose to stand 
Among the waves.
I chose to sit and watch
The night sowing the stars in the sky.

Now where the sun 
Sank into the night
I search for those moments
Among the remaining golden threads.

All that is left between you and me
Is the silence after the seventh wave
Drowning the clamour
Of the others, lapping at others' feet.

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Happiness Is Where You Want It To Be

A moment stretches
To open the window
Inviting with open arms
The clouds from beyond.
A rainbow will come, there any time
When I am alone, and I am serene, 
Among the bustling crowd
When I am lost
Anonymity lessens
The burden of me.

Rain brings anxiety 
To the coconut seller
The heap at his feet 
Is not yet over
His wife on the other cart 
Tending the tea
Looks at her man, resigned to fate 
A smile crosses the space, for a moment
Lighting up the darkness
Gathering about.
Rain may come, but can not dampen
Their spirit and their love,
Their resolve
To face it together.

Under the stove, 
And between the wheels 
Of the rickety stall, in the space
Meant for storage, 
Two children play, 
Their tittle-tattle
And innocent laughs,
Drowned in the bustle
But soaring into the heaven
Such is the purity
Life daren't intervene.

Happiness is 
Where you want it to be.
Under the sky full of bliss
There will be a rainbow, 
Now! if you want.

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White Light

White light
At the peak of night
Vision of the end
Whither wrong or right.

Whither big, or small
There’s no tomorrow,
At the peak of night
All the stars fall.

The fallen stars murmur
At the peak of night
Of men’s vice, that
Ran it’s writ.

White light
You could be my savior
At the peak of night,
But, now you are
Only the witness of my last prayer.