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Looking Out of the Window

Yesterday I saw someone looking out the window;
I didn't know much about him, to explore
Neither did I know what he was searching for.

I looked out, to see a happy world
To see children playing and
elders walking with two or three stumbles
and still around.

He was of the same age as mine
But the way he looked around
it seemed as if he was watching a strong one bullying the weaker
and the elderly walking endlessly round and round.

He had  his age matched with mine
the lines on his forehead revealed much about his life
the life he was trying hard to hide from others

I thought I should go up to him
ask him to play with me
I would try my best to cheer him up
It was for the first time, A decision was made
A one fully mine

The next day I went to the door of his lonely house
I knocked and asked him out
The door didn't open and suddenly
the police came about

I heard people say
the boy has gone Beyond The Shadow of doubt
Left the world to be not reckoned without

People having a rough idea
That must have been about him
Lying buried in his permanent hideout......

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A Tie

The sound of leaves clashing is soft,
But the wind breeze is wild.

Driving through a concert forest......
Gives the face a longing smile,
But for a walk in the garden the legs are full of fright.

The honking of cars feels alright,
But the chirping of birds make our head tight.

Walking under a clear sky holding an umbrella.....
Makes you feel like a style,
But for walking alone in rain you think "let this idea fly".

There are many things one does to show others,
Which are never really 'mine'.

But just walking alone makes you think,
"the world is on a war"
which when fought
ALWAYS ENDS WITH A TIE..........

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When Its Ugly

Is it possible.........
when you cry, it was advanced to ugly
when you try, it was sooner doubly
when you lie, it was earlier abruptly
when you deny, it was ahead of time too ugly.

Is it possible............
when you smile, it will be still ugly
when you style, it will be once again roughly
when you hostile, it will be of old unlovely
When you are merry, it will be not enough to bury the cherry
when you compile, it will be long ago still ugly

Is it possible...........
when you versatile, it is already ugly
when you are bright, it is not polite
when you are ready, it is thus far unsteady
when you are already it is by now not heavy
When you hereby, it is already ugly

IS IT POSSIBLE..........
THAT ALL PREVIOUSLY DOWN THE MEMORY LANE
IS STILL UGLY ?

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Love the Only Reason To Stay

You gave me a reason to stray,
A chance not to go away.
We had Love.......
Love the only reason to stay
You introduced a new word to me 'play'
I thought it won't be in our life's portray
We had Love......
Love the only reason to betray
All the things happened so fast
Was it yesterday?
But why does it feel like forever and a day......
Things were happening,
And misunderstanding found its way.
What I do now is just pray,
Hope someday I get a chance.
To ask you to stay,
Not letting you go away.
Truly wanting to be a Ray,
A ray of light hoping to repay.
For all the time I tried to find a midway
We had love.......
Can it be the only reason for you to stay??

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Step Forward

Dead before the death,
The life you lived before you left,
The smile which died before the seventh step.

Never shown a dim light it's just kept,
Steps towards success which kept you in debt,
The idea, never climbing to reach the mountain's cape

Values and Morals which were never sincerely kept,
Eyes meant to be wet,
Sweat's drop meant to be swept.

But it is to "Hope" to keep the man together taking each step
letting no tear make your face wet.

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Pink Lotus

I want to see the moon, but I am shackled in my house.
It's the garden where the pink lotus has worn out.
It's the mirror, just shows my heart going down.
It's in the bed, holding my tears tightly bound.

It was the light, which seldom shone; without a wound.
It was the life, in which I wore a bloodless crown.
But it was the death, in which I wore off a bloodful gown.

It was the jewels, which reflected all the clowns,
fighting for a shackled town.
It will be the sweat of all the widows on the ground.
And the giggling voices and tiny feet stamp with a little sound.

But it has to become a place people seeking help for lotus's wound.
A place, where mirrors are redecorated and painted with beautiful clouds.
A bed where a small family of three is found.
With lights shining, filling all the dark abyss down.

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Attempts Made

There has to be made many attempts,
even if it gives you no content
It is a single attempt which can change,
all your life's pre-decided stamps

Will there be attempts,
That would give you constraints
There has to be a failed attempt,
which will give you a huge bent

But after facing all that sand,
there will be one attempt
to give you in a scary night,
A LAMP.

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Night

Tonight, night is white
silent yet wild
despite being dark
it is still bright

Tonight, night is a knight
yet again is upright
it is polite
giving all an invite

Tonight, night is making us all reunite
it is a wright
it helps all alike
working all the time outright

Tonight, night is for me a light
it is feather like
it works overnight
and brightens the house-light

Tonight, night is a daylight
for the travelers just having a candlelight
it is unbiased firelight
in the forest having need for a spotlight

Tonight, night is after all moonlight
like a searchlight,
sidelight and skylight
for all the plight.

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Fire Ignites

Fire Ignites
ignites the light, light for the world
world full of lies
lies from the forgiver
Truth from the sinner

Fire Ignites
Ignites the delight, delight for the lover
lover staying close by
Foe making all your flowers dry

Fire ignites
ignites the dislike, dislike for the unlike
Unlike from the mind of them
similar from thy gem

Fire Ignites
ignites the bright, bright for the Dark
dark from the impoliet
Litted from a good night

Fire Ignites
Ignites the replied
Ignites the night
And the skylight.

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My Side To Moon

Today I went upstairs, Moon; you weren't there.
I searched for you, maybe you were hidden; by dark clouds
But after so long, you might have gone to the hid out, with its own crowd.

I know you are far away, You can't reach me neither can I.
You can see everyone, not just me; reply
But me; I can see you, just not anyone; deny.

All the sleepless nights, many of them were mine.
I think 'one day' shall we meet
But the distance between you and me doesn't give a slight relief.

I think of writing a letter, but the address is unreached.
I think of buying you a nice gift but the amount is high; I can't reach.
But 'one day' shall we meet; even if it's without a letter and a treat.