Artist

Label me not a criminal

I’m merely an artist

Creating beauty and love

Into life I believe in

From inspirations close to my heart.

 Kill not my voice

I’m merely a dreamer

Weaving stories and grandeur

Into life I imagine

From visualisations I fell in love with.

I don’t wear a mask

Nor do I mask myself

I’m the lover in a journey every time

Of difficult paths, differences and expressions

From generalisations I remain unbound.

 

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Live a Life

Let me live a life.

Hold not my freedom;

I wish to fly away,

Away into the darkness.

You will see me glow;

My light minuscule

But, a lifetime for me.

Let me be….

Alas! she left the firefly;

A rare occurrence in her garden,

To be itself not hers…

Alone;

That damp night when the world slept

She tried to conquer her fears

Of thunder and lightning

To let her live a life.

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Hope

I painted a house in red

On my yellow feature wall.

“No, I am safe,”

I call out to my family.

“Worry not, I am fine,”

I speak again to the concerned voices.

“Red, is unconditional love

Symbolic of a binding Christmas;”

I look for togetherness

In a warm or cold home;

“Wish every day of love

In every life filled in happiness.”

The fairly lights in the neighbourhood bright,

I see angels everywhere.

I look again

Where the chorus echoed.

Into the darkness at midnight

Wishing New Year of hope.

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December

Last December

She stood frozen

Having decided to dance

Challenging the winter.

This December

She stands frozen

Meeting the same face

That had challenged the previous winter.

The clock struck again

And the year passed by.

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Deep

Did you just say

You gave me extra ketchup?

Is it out of love

Or being in love?

Either way, love is beautiful;

Give a form you love to name.

So, why not test the colour –

How deep is the red?

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It would be…

My heart and soul alike;

What would it be,

If it happens, to see

Falling in love?

I’m waiting.

She whispered the last line,

Only for the wind to hear;

The clay in hand came alive

Finer than her last try.

Shouldn’t you fall in love?

Here, I’m waiting.

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Focus

Could you get me a glass of ice please?

Why?

Don’t tell me I need to give my reasons.

Yes, for every why requires an answer.

Well, wanted to check if it melts the same way.

In that case, it’s just the way question gets answered.

Spill not a drop

Not anymore,

For reasons may wary….

Their eyes remained focussed

Where the ice met the glass.

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