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Payal Saxena Poem
On my cloud
While playing with the rainbow,
Didn’t realize when I slipped down.
Tried making others laugh
Instead got their frown.
Tried touching stone in diamond
But hard cheese was playing at other end
Tried freeing my soul from pain
But all hands I tried were in vain
Brain surrendered but
Dreams still ran in blood.
This opened the eyes of the power
Which were at time shut.
Tears of heart melt
Some compassion just crept.
Again dry heart touched some dew.
Again the world seemed to be new
The generous power heard the loud
I am back again on my cloud.
Copyright © Payal Saxena | Year Posted 2015
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Payal Saxena Poem
ACROSS THE WIND MILL
When the mind is sucked in a pandemonium,
Fingers play with the sand grain,
Eyes are in search of some sunshine,
But, brain says, now breath is at end.
When breath becomes like ,
A storm in the Wind mill,
When sun seems to come,
Down from the uphill.
When moon melts in, Front of the eyes,
When there are only downs, and no highs.
Just hold your breath, Close your eyes,
Feel the breeze , Passing by.
If the heart says
“Things are not mine”.
Just make it chill,
Say, “It’s just not the right time”.
Copyright © Payal Saxena | Year Posted 2015
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