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My Garden Dahlias

They make me wonder---
What fingers wove the tapestry of their being!
The splash of violet here, mauve there, white with red stripes—
They stand tall and do not bend till the wind forces them to.
Though soft, they manifest dignity.
When stress and depression shoot their thorns,
 A glimpse of these beauties spell discipline.
‘We are of the earth and we belong to her.
She has given us beige, yellow, red and has waited
For us to grow, in effort and ecstasy.
When butterflies, birds and bees hum around
We greet them with glee. We fear not.
We bear the heat, the dust and the cold--
Even in pain, in disdain, we find the sun.’
In their company, I find freedom. And
In their being, my soul.

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PARASITE

It’s a parasite’s world.
The worm of laziness
Clogging the mind, 
Ego refusing change.

It’s a parasite’s world,
Seeping through one’s blood and breath.
Adoption, adaptation to change, an uphill task.
Ignorance, dark, deep, masquerading ugliness.

It’s a parasite’s world---
Where dependence is practice.
And excuses-- strategy, to design.
Deadlines met feverishly by others.

It’s a parasite’s world,
Where type of work affect quality.
Where comparison and perks galore
Stifling freedom, to create with responsibility.

It’s a parasite’s world,
Where, those who do and are willing
Get busted with jargon of abuse.
Euphemisms learnt and articulated.

It’s a parasite’s world 
Where fear is fed with horror.
Where incompatibility and incompetency
Rule one’s hidden strength and power.

It's a parasite's world
where love lavishes in luxury
and 'Basic Instinct' given prowess
Suck out life from the 'highest of all species'.

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In the Painter's Canvas

In the heart of the art, love steps in breathing slowly.
The blue, the brown and the green 
stripped of all modesty submits to red.
A leg here, an arm there, confusion cliched.
The painter tries to shape form in his brush
But the canvas holds sounds long silenced.
Sweat and pain paint a picture of tolerance
And anguish sucks in a lot of the white.
The artist struggles to breathe life somewhere
But devastation shreds dreams to smithereens.
As black and red flash loud extremes
He involuntarily draws a streak of silver.
Love steps in, breathing life in the horizon.

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I Owe It To My Heart

I owe it to my heart to bring back to me
the better it loved, the yet to be.
To discourage thoughts that push aside,
all that is past and part of my pride.

l owe it to my heart to bring back to me,
Long lost memories that happened to be---
Deep underneath in the quicksand of time,
Giving me my pride that necessitated my prime. 

l owe it to my heart to gain me that love,
That's awfully patient and painful enough.
To help see things and accept as they are.
To loyally betray all that is marred.

Far from truth, far from prayer.
Far from masked favors rare.
l owe it to my heart, to see heaven through----
to refine my knowledge, my mind had screwed.

To justify my gains and others’ too,
To share their pain that meant as it should.
To help suffer enough, love's longing sport.
To define my pride, my rainbowed effort. 

l owe it to my heart to love as it would,
to set free people who're meant for good.
To create horizons destined to grow.
To humble my pride, my alter ego.

I owe it to my heart to reason just,
To leaf through leads that honor l must.
To effectively feel all love has borne,
To effect the Me, that pride had shorn.

To drop the me, the I, I am not.
To be the me, my being has sought.
In Eternity's Crest, I'm Time.
I owe it to my heart, to measure life's line.

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The You that was

Like a feather, flaky and light,
Suspended in the air against the golden hue----
With blades of lemon grass beneath, tall and sharp
You burst forth in my mind,
Spilling colors of ecstasy 
In the aching heart.

Like a story untold, unwritten, unsung---
You stream a melody of once upon a time.
A glimpse of you, splash liquid delight.
And send thousands of glowworms in the garden of dreams.
No matter where you are, however, you shine, 
I still have you, who once was mine.

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LETTER TO A TEACHER: FROM A HURT CHILD'S PERSPECTIVE

I look up to you
With the child in me,
A child that knows no wrong.
I look up to see some comfort somewhere,
that solely in wisdom belong.
They say that teachers are all, so very good.
So long as they can see the child; 
That hides behind the glaring sun,
And senses no worth in chide.
That figures not what’s right or wrong
And basks in unreal pride.

Why do you take things that can be
Solved in a matter of time?
Why do you complain, times so often
With sometimes no reason nor rhyme?
Why don’t you see that the child in me
Is yet to grow as old,
As can be said to struggle for long
Well read and matured and bold?

I belong to you, do try understand.
Do please no laugh at my faults!
For the womb that gave me birth in time
Has the semblance with the one that's yours!

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I See You

l see you in a crowded train,
ln a lonely station l see you.
l see you in tomorrow's touch.
ln serene sunrise l see you.
l see you in my office at times
ln eyes that smile l see you.
l see you in sickness and pain
'midst men and women l see you.
I see you in ocean's tide
In shells ashore I see you.
l see you in years passed
ln sultry days l see you.
l see you in a petal soft.
ln a drop of rain l see you.
l see you in a grain of sand.
ln a rainbow too l see you.
l see you in a baby's eyes
ln dreams of love l see you.
I see you in tender lips
In broken hearts I see you.
I see you in a rubble of loss
In tyranny and chaos I see you.
I see you in a strand of hair
In moments of loss I see you.
I see you in a painter's art.
In empty gaze I see you.
I  see you in a writer's pen
In awards, ceremonies I see you.
I see you in blossomed breasts
In flakes of snow I see you.
I see you with all my being.
In moments of death I see you.

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THE WAIT

A blank book lay on the table.
On it, the keys of the house
Waited to lock, unlock.
A gilded frame, echoing memories
Of love, waited, to be lifted, held.

Dragonflies silently flew following the rays
that streamed through the window panes.
The table cloth, bed sheets; friends in time
Looked at each other in the gloom.
The vase stood tall, awaiting fresh flowers.


Listless, the showpieces stand
with webs, catching dreams they weave
Secrets hushed, dust gathering on them
they pose at the fallen curtains, wrinkled, torn.
in the misty space, growing thin.


The oval shaped glass at a distance,
Still carried the perfume long used.
The book on the table, waited for a pen.
It’s pages, blank. Unaware, whispering
A past that never gave birth to a future.

On one side, a glass of water half empty, 
Waited to be re-filled.
So has been the shelf, the cupboard, the bed
waiting, to be touched, held, spent.
For seven years now.

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LET'S TANGO

In a moment’s awareness, You gently stepped.
Held my hand, held my breath---
I took to resolve to dance with You,
In silence tap territories anew.

A galaxy of stars, passed the Milky Way
You held my hands as we sway.
My being no longer belongs to me.
You being in control, I cease to be.

As my eyes nestle in dreams,
You swing me round, in starry beams
Where time melts in seasoned crests
My feet uplifted, my heart in zest.

Open to all the moves you make,
I, like a feather, softly shake---
All the pain that I ever held,
No longer in memory ever cradled.

In your gaze I glimpse to view
The I, I thought, the I, anew.
In feverish surrender I bend aside,
Tapping my feet, over life’s tide.

Events and dreams blur as I
Gaze at You without a sigh,
Nestled in love as You sweep,
Me in Eternity, my heart You keep.

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ABSORBED

You stepped into my life when I was wondering what love is.
For I knew only one aspect of the feeling, the emotion--
That connected me to me, my body, soul and spirit.

I didn’t venture, for fear that I might lose myself---
In case I fell head --over--heels on someone, a stranger.
And then when I heard your name, something stirred.

In your name I searched you, even when we hadn’t met
For, in the name there was something, I couldn’t tell---
A fantasy, an enigma, maybe, Oh, how I thirsted to see you!

Then one day, I saw you, as the morning touched me.
My feet turning towards you, seeing you smile
at me, from a distance, with a look of knowing.

I wondered why you were even smiling when
I didn’t even know you, or your name? Or did I?
What transpired in the next few hours is snowflake.

From then on my eyes searched you, every day, every moment.
On the window sill of your room, in the cafeteria, on the terrace
By the road, by the corridor, by the stairs---- your smile bathed me.

A spirit so charming, sequined with a glow of wisdom 
You enchanted me, with a kind of deliberation that
Left me fire the emotion within, burn anew.

Those were the days of youth, of freedom, of pain.
As you made yourself seen and made me feel wanted
I felt the enigma of this emotion flower, like a bud.

Days turned into years, and our spaces grew.
As I tired myself through my flaws, unaware
That you were waiting, wanting, me, my touch.

But I chose to stay away, lest I fell head -over-heels.
Let the fear burn, absorb me with a longing-- 
With the veracity, that might afflict pain, throughout.

I remained aloof, wanting you, your companionship
Took solace in your gifts, contentment in motherhood.
The feeling still left burns as I waited, for a call.

Over the years when we met, I could see through your lens
What you liked, wanted, desired, respected, ignored.
I could sense the lack of the longing I felt for you.

 I knew that we hadn’t failed each other after all. 
That we knew what we wanted and never ignored---
Our preferences, our calling, our frequencies.

Yet I often ask myself why I couldn’t be the me?
Be the voice of the emotion that screamed within--
Surrendered to Fear’s Tyranny when I shouldn’t have?

Then slowly from the inner recesses, a voice expands
Reveals to me the answer, in the manifestation of thought
‘I love you, have always, and will’, and now I know.