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The Sigh of Autumn

The rains have washed away
all the streets and uprooted the trees
while the grass stays covered with raindrops
making the water seep inside the shoe's skin
There is a mother who stands at her doorstep
She waits for her children to come back
cares and cleans their muddily drenched clothes
and washes their hair with soap
it has taken all her time, to leave her
with the thought of nothing but them
She cooks daily and listens to dailies
this is how she spends her time 15 years later
no other care in the world but
obsessed with her midlife crisis
she has forgotten her dreams were once killed
when she got married early. 
All through the years she never once regretted
but today when the rains have departed
she discovers she could be what she couldn't be
and now she wants her children to be.

the sigh of autumn
comes in life
when dreams are mirrored in other lives

The old man wanted to pursue law
instead works in a bank.
he has built a world with his two kids
and makes them study what he left on a page, blank,
his children listen to him carefully
when he retells his story
to them it is a new discovery
of what their father could have been

the sigh of autumn
comes when the leaves dry out
your dreams are visited in the catacombs

and now he is older and another on the bed
they could be more but they like
to laze and order from there......
and they don't have regrets
just different stories to tell

the sigh of autumn
is whispered when their little ones
get tired of them...........

The sky darkens
ignited by the lightening
a few people stand on their balconies to watch
a family sits and plays card
and another day another say
Sigh if you like, the autumn will go by
until it reappears..............

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May I Dirturb You

Unspoken words,
impatient inside,
celled in the heart in hesitation,
to be lettered or messaged
from the mind.
Courage will be the communication
where fear is the wall.
"Sorry to disturb you....."
gives a start to a long
release of thoughts.

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Nine Meters To Centimeters:Evolution of Sari

The sun sets while the loyal footsteps
of a shadow enveloped in a drape of rudhira
walks down from one corner of the house to another
in obedience. Multiple jobs and multiple voices call
out her name every second, asking for a lifelong performance.

Happiness in the smiles of others, the belief
that is carried; ingratitude is ignored.
Selling pieces of herself for
their sake, vaulting the tears in a closet and wishing
for the dawn to come sooner.

The image of her likeness stands up,
and cuts the cramp of her sheets of toil,
metamorphosing it into a modern art,
walking down the streets under the
sun of liberation.

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Magic

Masters of

Anything that stands on this soil

Genie, no, we just need our wands

Ink spells, quills and parchment

Clear, our fate is to us, we make it.

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The Climactic Counsel

A few drops dribbled down the eyes
As she opened them after a deep slumber
of almost 8 hours to be exact.
and the water from the tap did little
to clear the dust and stop the on-flow
as it kept coming down her cheeks.




The memory of the current dream resolved
all the guilty conscience and too many words would be
too little to say to store this series of thought.
Whenever she woke at this early hour, she would go
get the papers from her grand-Daddy's room,
recollects she, as she looks into the mirror.


There, he is lying in his bed, where I lay now,
and how strange that he should be there, when I know
he's gone. Yet, there he is, and I walk into his room
and I ask him the question in mind,
"You really haven't gone, na?", says I to which he replies,
"Not yet, dear, not yet, but I will I feel it........


.....but I am here now, to tell you to work hard,
and don't worry or be sad for me, it is just to happen.
Your end's too far. I've worked my best out of all that
I've got, now is your time to learn, so don't think of
anything you couldn't do for me which is the first human thought
after a death, instead think of all that I taught......


.....now I'll get my peace and we'll meet soon." And I stood there,
wondering which words to pick, and I didn't want to commit the last
mistake, so I told him what I couldn't then, "Daddy, I was sorry I couldn't
look into your eyes, and I didn't even get to hug you or kiss you
goodbye.", I grabbed my last chance this time as I hugged and kissed him,
and let him lie there in peace, I went away and so did that dream.




So, we'll meet, let's not worry, thought she
and got the papers from outside, taking it into
her grandfather's room where they always were.
She switched on the T.V. and got onto the bed,
now a little comfort she found, just in the
eyes and the smile she embraced.

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An Age That Never Dies...

The sheets of paper
smothered with the ink of the fountain pen
smudged on it are words
of an older generation
young cannot comprehend
the parchment does not say it loud
how old it is, it can be seen
bound inside an old book
inside the grayish dark room
with a cover that has lost all strength
the stories are still protected well
in the old men's head
they read it out to their children and grandchildren.

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If I Were Cynthia, and My Love Lennon

If I were Cynthia, and my love Lennon
I would love him as my first and last love
I would not believe if this was heaven
That is a dream like clouds above.


I would love him as my first and last love
Dance with him till my final breath
That is a dream like clouds above
Before the end comes like death.


Dance with him till my final breath
In the memories I have kept for so long
Before the end comes like death
But for our son, I have to stay strong


In the memories I have kept for so long
I see him smiling at his jokes
But for our son, I have to stay strong
Tonight, in his memory, I'm cleaning the dirt on his cloak.


I see him smiling at his jokes
And wish he would be here with me
Tonight, in his memory, I'm cleaning the dirt on his cloak
Wondering why we couldn't stay as a family


And wish he would be here with me
I would not believe if this was heaven
Wondering why we couldn't stay as a family
If I were Cynthia, and my love Lennon

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The Outrage

Between the two doors,
one that leads you in and the other  moves you out,
stands this man, shouting at this little girl,
the voice like an autocrat,
and the words come out as easily without a second thought.
The anger of some previous tension, all out on this poor soul whose
smile has turned into a frown, and the colors of the day get dark.
Inside that heart that was away from stress, now someone's anger
rests into hers. Hatred that was on the back burner until now,
is coming to a boiling point, she wants to revert back,
want to say that anger does not solve
problems, things can be taught without that.
No more can she stand this authoritative dominance.
She stands there looking into his red eyes and opens her
mouth finally, word after keep coming out and she goes on without listening,
without anybody understanding, bangs the door and goes out. She had said it all,
the frustration of being the youngest and the forbearance of domination.
Never had the courage come up before, but after waking up
it was unbelievable that it never happened.

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A Confused Mind

Crawling they'll come up,
and go down again,
what they want to say,
it's hard to understand
because of all the confusion.
Too many words together mixed up
and a single mind to take decisions.
Now, what should I say,
and what should I write,
Where's my voice?

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We Will Last Forever

The pen moves on the paper slowly
To say farewell to thee, 
The teachers, the friends and guidebooks
The words that lightly fit the page 
Can never fade away
This is why it is not the last of words
It’ll stay in the heart forever
Like the sound of joy
The chitterling of the class
The gibberish of the brains
The reasons of case
Will pound in memories later
Reminding and flowing out of the skin
In little drops of past, in little shades of blue
And the stars in the sky will smile.