A Month

A month

Of voices;

Records none.


Of words;

Redundant phase.

I stared at the dates

Calendar fluttered;

“A month!…hmm.”

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came with


Why should I?

Look behind

Or ahead

Moments pass…

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“My greens turn yellow

As some of my family

We fall and get carried away

somewhere in the garden

We are there…”

Tenacious little petiole

Held together, what once

Was a charming leaf

That fell off into my arm

The same afternoon, I chose to sit under its tree

Reminiscing one particular day from childhood

Where I fell down with a cup of ice cream

And my father called it my tree.

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Paper Boat


The day I fly,

I fly the wind,

I wind the way and

I way the life –

The life of adventure;

Adventure momentary –

Momentary pleasure;

Pleasure in knowing

In knowing my body and soul.

The blank paper that I am

Chose to rewrite destiny

Flying the moment the wind touched

Exploring the way and sailed

My white, pure to life.

What do I say?

I say not to recall yet,

I recall the destined,

Destined to sail as a boat,

The day I chose to fly….

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A regression model;

A collection of soft toys decorated the room.

Before my enquirer mind

Could manage to lay claim on speech,

She smiled innocently;

“I never had these once.”

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My God told me once,

In the silence of my mind and calmness of heart

That, I’m unique and Society pretend not to understand.

I cried; He said laugh, and I laughed my way to life.

Then I looked around, wise and aware,

With a silent mind and calm heart;

Each one of us cried, and laughed;

Their way to indispensable life.

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