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Aman Saxena Poem
As i stood at the brink of things
I saw some old some new
Memories
Ushering across
Like a albatross flying along the horizon
Gazing at the tiny earth
Not to be held just
To be felt.
Some passed overhead at majestic heights
Which had weaved my patience at once
My soul once.
Some went past leaving a waling,
Grunting me
Standing on the sea shore ,
On a stormy noon.
The sun with it's ever watchful eyes,
Consoled me.
"Because it's imperative to stand each time you fall."
The forever endeavoured warmth was this.
The tsunami appeared but
Made it a point to stand tall
Each time i fall.
Marched ahead to meet someone special,
Whose smile revisited me every instant
Invoking and involving me
With heart over head
I took a prancing leap forward
Gazing at these memories
With glittering eyes
I took the Crux of me forward
Into the unknown,
Leaving to meet again
For changes
Some pursued
Some sudden,
tranquility unravels.
Copyright © Aman Saxena | Year Posted 2016
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Aman Saxena Poem
Restoring the lost me
To replenish the exhausted zest.
To learn to fall off a crest,
Looking up again, with a heart in my chest.
Reviving reliving
the vivid memories ,when the feet were tiny,
full of grace
full of pace.
Holding on to memories,
nostalgia circling me,
i began to walk ,
a tumultuous trip.
Holding on to my hues,
alas, I traversed through.
Timidly trailing time,
hoping to meet at cross roads,
a rendezvous.
Leading to a place,
with destiny powering my craze
i began to gaze
but saw a place devoid of grace
Everything perishing with pace
Battling inconstancy was no easy maze.
Remaining was me,
amongst the debris
Ceasing to restitute the lost me.
Copyright © Aman Saxena | Year Posted 2016
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Aman Saxena Poem
Dropping down into an abyss
Waiting for the soulful caress
Reciting loudly the mugged up prayers
Falling down to deeper trenches
Deeper sores on the soul
Waiting for that arm to cry on
But she didn't seem near.
The daybreak was wondrously clear
Not a respite meagre
Inhabiting with my solitude,
the realm of the day
Growing wider
Maybe the end was nigh
Showing me the fire
Leaving out a sigh
Following to the end of trail
Gathering courage to ask the frail young woman
Turning to me having the familiar light
I learned that she was never out of sight
Just falling a little behind
But always kind
The one winged bird was mended
Gallant again to claim the sky.
Copyright © Aman Saxena | Year Posted 2016
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Aman Saxena Poem
THE ONE WITH HER
Dropping down into an abyss
Waiting for the soulful caress
Reciting loudly the mugged up prayers
Falling down to deeper trenches
Deeper sores on the soul
Waiting for that arm to cry on
But she didn't seem near.
The daybreak was wondrously clear
Not a respite meagre
Inhabiting with my solitude,
the realm of the day
Growing wider
Maybe the end was nigh
Showing me the fire
Leaving out a sigh
Following to the end of trail
Gathering courage to ask the frail young woman
Turning to me having the familiar light
I learned that she was never out of sight
Just falling a little behind
But always kind
The one winged bird was mended
Gallant again to claim the sky.
Copyright © Aman Saxena | Year Posted 2022
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