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Tarang Krishna Poem
The moment when head’s not in the game,
Is the moment when head wants to be in the game.
The moment when head is out of the game,
Is the moment when head is willing to get back in the game.
The moment when head’s in the game,
Is the moment when head turns out of the game.
The moment when head is stuck in the game,
Is the moment when head is in the game.
The moment when head is full with the game,
Is the moment when head wants to be in another game.
The moment when head is another game,
Is the moment when head is in the game.
And the cycle repeats...
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Tarang Krishna Poem
A fall down from up-high!
I see her.
For only a period.
Baffled by her beauty,
My Brightness sees dullness,
My glow fades,
Jealousy attracts fellow stars.
I fight for her.
Every moment of the period.
With time in night, running slow,
The droplets that block my view,
Taunts of clouds for hiding her from me,
The earth for pulling off from me.
I remember her.
For the rest of the period.
Hoping for a better look next time,
Preparing myself to be seen,
Working on my strengths,
Pushing my life, day after day,
If only I could fall from the sky,
Reach her, and
Tell her.
The friendly pain in shining,
Lovely loneliness in sparkling blackness,
Wrecking thoughts in a bright heart,
Truth in light years’ distance’s mocking,
The pain of imagining shining beside her,
Differed similarity present in our nature,
Waiting for a glimpse more....
But only if I could fall down...
From up-high
Copyright © Tarang Krishna | Year Posted 2018
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