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Dance

It’s never just the one thing
It’s mostly the dance
Of countless pages of water
That makes us look at the ocean
The tango of darkness and light
Which shapes the shadow out of nowhere in sight?

 And when the rain drops touch the earth
Masters of tap-dancing bow their heads with delight

Of Swans, we all know their elegance
Guiding the movement in the most beautiful ballet dance

If the earth, light, and ocean are not enough to make you wonder
Look at the birds in their rhythm the entire sky they conquer 
And you know for sure it’s a dance
When you see many things, but they feel as one.

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Head Juke Box

Not a tribute
More a melody of the songs, the words, and the melody
For if you have lived a few decades
The music box in your head
Has stored, sung, mixed and shared
It’s strange how your own mind
Plays DJ to its own kind
It sees a queue in front of you
And Don’t worry be Happy plays the tune
Cause when you worry, you frown and that will bring everybody down
And as it plays along, you can’t help but smile
And suddenly the queue is just you, it’s not a mile
It is wicked too, this DJ in the head
Straight in the middle of a lesson
It puts out loud
We don’t need no education
Yup, straight from days of Floyd
So much for thought control
It quickly shifts to bell bottoms and curls
With Starship blaring that they built their city on rock n roll 
The head sends an impulse asap
Little wonder that the feet start to tap

It is just about anyone’s guess 
Why on the hardest days
It sings life is a lesson you learn it when you through
From Linkin Park no less

And when you feel 
Low on energy, 
When fatigue envelops and you can’t run do more no way
It quickly acts up to play
How can you dance the pain away?

So whatever you do in life
Keeping adding to the music library in your head
It’s the different tunes from there
That sometimes makes all humans
Feel and sing as one

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Shine

Incandescent 
She heard that envy was real, 
That it was something that people feel, 
Waste of an emotion 
Her thinking heart said
Like throwing away glitter of your own soul 
Why wouldn’t you just want to shine instead
For if it does exist
This thing called envy 
Why can it not be made to a lesser degree 

Why not let the light that wants to shine
Just be, 
For what lid
Can snuffle 
A flame that does not wish to burn 
Only wants to shine brightly 
Deep inside

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Sweet

Sweet, as salt is
When it used to calm a sore throat

Sweet, as pungent is
When it diverts from pain

Sweet, as rain is 
When it first touches the earth

Sweet, as the mind
That chooses to process only ideas 

Sweet, as the heart
That choose to filter in only beauty 

Sweet, as in the less sugar tea
When the conversation has picked up speed

Sweet, are you sure it's just a taste?

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Thinking Heart

The heart that developed a mind of its own, 
That learned to reason 
To think ahead 
To not be swayed by its own pumped emotion 
To not to be blinded with what it can't fathom 
To not to wish to control 
To not to want to live forever 
Or to forever own 

To learn to be like the mind
Be full or be less
Be nor evil, nor unreasonable
To fair and be kind 
For when the heart learned to reason 
Emotion grew from being a useless fool 
To a life handling tool

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By-lanes of my mind

 By-lanes of my mind 

When I write, its verbose;  
When I don’t, I am short of words; 
Write with flair and respect, brevity is a gift; 
They remind me as my jargon filled words they dissect.
  
All this is internalised, 
The lips quiver, pen shakes in hands that shiver, 
Prove it, prove you’re not redundant,  
I don’t care, even though I know, 
I announce with a reluctance,  
Accusations of plagiarism, lack of character
Clash with inspirations and new ideas 
In the by-lanes of my mind. 

Be hard-working, be ambitious, be selfish,  
Go easy, nice &slow, be selfless & kind,  
Drop a ‘why’, before you’re like this,  
And watch a dance of doubts take place 
On a pile of now rotting, what was once innocent bliss 
In all of this, clarity I must find
In the by-lanes of my mind. 

Losing to a six-inch screen, 
What do you mean?  
What they think is an addiction,  
Started as an interest or just a connection,  
Last I remembered, they assigned a task,  
Quickly build something was their ask,  
Obscure, DIY, mundane
Genuine stuff that wears no mask
Not efficiency driven factory line production, 
Effervescent, slow burning, WIPs, one to one banter 
Through my perceived small screen addiction, 
I promote everyday connection. 

Ideas are trivial, 
Your words a bore, 
In exchange for truckloads of attention,  
That we unloaded upon your door,  
You must give more.  
You put the cart before the horse;  
In delivering this undeserved fame, is what I said;  
Now, a talent, an assembly line of heroics I must find;  
This is the thought racing through the by-lanes of my mind.

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The observer’s anxiety

 Are we close?  
 Not yet. You will know  
 But it feels so  
 That could be though  
 You rich in past data  
 Are lacking   
 The experience, the values, the journeys  
 Of the observed 
 Without those your plain recorded observations 
 Are waiting to reach the predicted end 
 Or bypass it, showing a new trend.

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Living finite lives in the infinite

Perhaps in wanting to understand 
We must abandon wonder
Whether willingly for the sake of rigour and strength 
Or unwillingly surrendering to the unexplained 
In those bylanes in order to explain 
We study, observe dissect 
Practise reductionism to the last atom 
After that when the head rises up again 
Devoid of wonder, innocent lost 
It sees natural vastness 
Sigh, explains it as infinity
Perhaps an expression of its own exhaustion  
Having played with the tiniest 
It has lost the power to comprehend 
The abundance of which is only a part