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Time

Time is elastic.....time is plastic
why carry it around tied to the wrist?
Old  theories so conventional...life is fantastic
then why check your phones as if you can't resist?


Like tall trees fleeting by the window of a train
like birds fluttering across the blue sky,
Not that I endure less,or resist the pain,
but most moments are forgettable,meant to fly.


Like ice to water,and water to ice,
at times it contracts to a miserable size,
In others,time stretches..it does suffice
time indeed,does often surprise.


For when late for school,and later for work,
the last minutes of exams,and first few on stage,
Time does carry a certain quirk
it entraps as if forming an imaginary cage.


Contrary to others,where it seems infinite,
like staring into a smudging sunset,or lost in a lover's eyes,
Like lying below the starry clusters bright,
or for a mother,when her newborn first cries.


Like the moment when a blushing bride,enters in impeccable white
as a baby reaches out to his mother's hand and wraps his fingers around
His first words ,his first steps,is there a bigger delight,
or a more breathtaking sight?


Time can be created,and similarly destroyed,
so why the hurry and why the despair?
Make sure all the right moments are rightly enjoyed,
because sometimes winners in life are losers who don't care


For a day will come when you would shut your eyes,
like a camera reel,many memories will roll by,
And before your soul does finally rise,
those memories be worth watching,do try

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The Price We Must Pay

I am lost staring at the sky,
like an artist's palette, colors merging and creating new
With wisps of breeze and a bloody dye,
maybe just his leisure, but how patiently he paints you.


The sky hugs my view, bare of concrete it lay,
no neon lights to spoil my view and none to blame.
Stars who thought they could outshine the sun
by fear of ridicule hid, before it came.


Unaware of the whirling storm in my cup
I have been stirring my coffee, absently staring up high
A sugar cube struggled to float up
quickly melted down, despite its fight.


I ignored it and stared at the sky,
away from the city this seemed a delight
These days black clouds would just float by
not like the old days, now nothing seems right.


I pushed away the newspaper, full of pictures of flash floods and woeful plight
and breathed deep in the cool air, far from the raging sun.
A small voice in my head, said something is not right,
Man has been selfish, and all can’t be undone.


Soon I will be traveling between air conditioned buildings
engulfed by the hum of modern machinery and device
Soon I will be away from the birds and the springs
All men have sinned, and all must pay the price.

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Dawn and Dusk

The sun bleeds into the dusky sky
soaking the cottony clouds afloat,
descending down from its fiery abode,once towering high.
The night now lurks,silently beneath its dark cloak.

My eyes do see but watch no more,
as  slowly fades into oblivion,the star of dawn
The ocean gasped upon the shore,
but all in vain,the sun is gone.

I had out walked the furthest city light,
lest sorrow lend me words and words express
My heart shudders as the insensate night,
robs the earth of day's soothing warmness.

Tearing the curtain of dark expanse,
fleeting lights of ships give a momentary hope,
As if offering the last chance,
but soon they vanish,leaving my heart to grope.

More chilling is the darkness that envelopes my heart,
as the bitter realization impounds it again.
It is too soon,but we have to part,
for reasons unclear,which you dint bother to explain.

Losing your love,its sole contentment,
my heart now crouches,wounded with pain.
Engulfed with strange resentment,
as it travels down a familiar memory lane.

Grief,anger,despise and regret,all in one,
Wreck my heart,with their persistent scourge.
But in the beautiful confusion of rain and sun,
sometimes an enchanting band of colours does emerge.

And so my heart frees itself from a tiring turmoil,
forgiving you,but not forgetting the days gone by.
It is not worth,this mental toil,
life is too short,to sulk and sigh.

I continue my walk,beside the ocean,
waiting for the dismal night to die.
The wheels of time,in a constant motion,
I watch in peace,as dawn paints the sky.

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Thoughts In Solitude

A glowing aurora seems to rise,
slowly spreading above the slumberous beach
A dewy luxury surrounds my eyes,
eternity,whose end no eye can reach.

Bringing up fragments of long buried shells,
my toes sink into the sand,still warm and gritty,
Why do seashells sound like the ocean; the question still dwells.
I ignore it and stare into dawn,dazzling,bright and pretty.

As all daily concerns wane away from my mind,
in the desolate expanse of the still waking sea,
Engulfed by love,and thereby blind,
my universe condenses to just you and me.

Just like a longing wish made to a fiery shooting star,
darting with a flash,rousing the otherwise gloomy sky.
For that star itself is long dead,is that not bizarre,
maybe not; like such true faith,may my love never die.

Under the changing purplish hue,of the yawning summer sky,
the day began with the warm sun emerging amidst its cloudy arms,
But now it contently nestles itself,its glow does not now,hurt my eye.
I enjoy the spells of nature,i thank its charms.

As i drive away,i turn the music high
yet again you invade my thoughts,i won't lie,
As the neons light,and i approach the city
it amazes me,such less is needed to feel eternity.

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Why Am I Not Afraid of the Dark, Mother

Clinging to the edge of my bed, carefully i step down,
and with tiny hesitant steps, i follow my brother's cry,now a smothered sob.
Despite the familiar arrangement ,i almost stumble, i frown,
the blackness cripples me,as i step out of my room,my heart does throb.

I remember the time, when i slipped, lying hurt below the stairs,
sobbing in a corner, more shocked at the realization of how helpless i was,
rather than the feel of warm blood. They could not blind me more, my tears.
why can't i see even a flicker, even a single color, why no cure, no cause?

And then i hear your voice again, soft like the morning rays must be,
illuminating my dark, gloomy world, flooding it with light that i have never seen.
I have always known you are beautiful mother, for that i need not see,
and now i remember the words you always say to me.

The ships may be safe on the harbor, but that's not where they are meant to be,
blind i may be, but only as much as i decide to be.
I can hear,i can smell, i can feel, i can think,
i have to be strong for you mother, i have responsibilities from which i cannot shrink.

It might take me much more time, to do even simple things,
but it is strange, sometimes the surprises destiny brings.
I find myself in an a hopeless dark, in the middle of nowhere,
and one day in the middle of that nowhere, i gradually discover myself.

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Captivated

You may sometimes despair, burdened by the day
But what is the anguish; share with me some of your pain
Do not for once worry; I am not far away,
So little so magical, my wonders few can explain.

As I dissolve into your blood, swiftly as I gush
Assured be you of new heights,
Tardily but surely, will you embrace the adrenaline rush
Unlimited of manifold delights.

I can envenom your very breath, or crawl stealthily beneath the skin,
My addictive charms can enthrall, painting new sights,
I unveil my powers, an arbitrary blackness gallops in,
A plunge into a dark night, exploded by a multitude of lights.

You may not believe how strong, I can make you feel,
After I discover your weak self, hidden by a veil of skin.
Sorrows, frustrations and uncertainty, all I quickly heal,
I beam with pride, as i unwind my final charming spin.


Captivated, you eventually succumb to my charms,
I run unrestricted, empowering your mind
You almost look possessed, frantically looking for me with trembling arms,
You try to find more of me, but lust has made you blind.
 

For you are now addicted to me,
My misty self, gushing uncontrolled through your veins,
Plunging you into a strange, imaginary sea
For there have to be risks, where lie the gains.


Your pains gradually resurface again,
Which were until now just blurred, none taken away
Look at the mirror, of what does remain?
You had been tempted by the short sweet way.


I had just promised to take you with me,
To my enchanting world far away.

But this is the reality, you have to face, don't you still see?
Alas! I just curtly smile, searching for my next prey......

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Just As

Just as a sliver of moon waits uneasily at the daybreak,

waning to let the sun command the sky.


Just as glistening dewdrops slide down fresh blades of green,

making it seem that the rains did just weep and sigh.


Just as tiny crabs burrow, creating sandy bubbles on the beach,

betrayed by the mighty frothing tide.


Just as countless silvery scales stuck to nylon fishing nets,

the morning catch, reflecting a fisherman's pride.


Just as the grittiness of sand stuck in the web of my toes,

fresh reminiscent of my walk at the teach


Just as this anaphora, my heart races back to you

your memories entwine me, just as you fade out of my reach.

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The Edge

Those eyes trapped between thick lines of kohl, frigidly stare

But yet glued to the screen.

Those eyes tire with the glare

But are possessed by a power unseen.


A hundred emoticons fast as a pulse

Yet none stir her expression less face,

Nor, was there a moment of impulse

As she typed with a practiced pace.


She did not not notice as a breeze blew her curls,

Nor when the screen blurred her eyes,

She was busy abbreviating her words

Finding solace in a world of lies.


He painted a rosy escape, dragging her to the edge,

The edge of an abyss, an abyss of his love.

His words lifted her, prepared to fledge

Far away from the chaos above.


The breeze failed to stir a single ripple in the abyss

She dreamt of gliding through it

Soaking in its bliss;

For as long as fate would permit.


She waited on that very edge, where she was told to wait

The edge, where her heart beats too fast.

She curls her toe, undaunted by fate 

His love, she knew, would have it recast.

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I Sway Away

I sway away with a haste, my eyes narrow in a frown
amidst a multitude of colorful lights, i see only a fuzzy gray,
spinning around on my toes, the colors simply dissolve
but your memory stubbornly lurks around , as if to stay

I raise my hands over my head, hastily brushing away a tear
the tear your memory painfully draws,from my eyes tightly shut in despair

I gracefully jerk away my face,determined not to spoil the move,
i have to dance till the end ,i am the winner,i have to prove

The music soars higher still, but what is really so queer,
is the deafening silence. The persistent gripping fear..

Afraid to face the truth, which nastily whispers in my ear,
drowning the pleasant music, it draws near and near

I turn around and swirl away, i hurl myself to the mirror in front of me,
i face my eyes bloody red and smeared,
with a pool of tears that you would never see

As the beats pick up in pace, soaring to the highest pitch,
I throw myself up, away from the ground,fighting against your clutch,
your memories, mocking me like a wicked old witch.
I break into a hysteric sob, its just that i love you too much.

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I Wish

I wish I was the first dawning
to arouse you from a deep slumber
Rising in intensity like sun rays
a tender warmth across your face.

I wish I was the water
to glide freely into your palms
Hastily in the fear of loss
a splash of gentle freshness.

I wish I was the dew studded grass
to tickle your bare feet
Teasing with prickly edges
rekindling a lost dream.

I wish I was the air
to linger around you for just a moment
Just one breath of air
unnoticed and yet essential.