Miles of sand

Deserted desert stretch

Etching scattered greens

An oasis in no man’s land

Man made dimensions

When lakes were born

Birds found home

I was a mirage..

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Tales of travel.

Lesser known lands where

Spoken words helplessly

Spill into blinks –

Stranger’s gaze, depth gauged;

Strangest eye contacts but,

Spoke anonymously.

Smile breaks;

Confident, though unsure….

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Not Real

I heard voices,

Decipher not one.

They heard me not,

As I struggled to lift up –

Enveloped in fear ‘n’ trembling.

“Not real” heard distantly,

I wake up with a racing heart.

Sleep wasn’t  peaceful.

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Hiding behind the scene,

She hoped to remain unseen;

“Private I am and share not my mind.”

Her performance a dream;

Applause heard among scream;

“Private I am and save me my name.”

Who she is, mattered everywhere.

Who she truly is, mattered to none;

“My privacy is precious and I trade not.”

And thoughts conflicted

Between real and realm

In her sacred private space.

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via Daily Prompt: Privacy

Thank You


As the thousand blue lotuses welcome,

A heart heals.

Every tranquil soul unites –

A vision undisguised.

Our languages seemingly spell love;

Compassion feels alive.

Forgiveness pursues gratitude towards life;

Thank you our mantra.

Yours Sincerely….

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Daily Prompt: Echo

His words echoed,

“Trust yourself,”

When in doubt; but

Words rearranged,

“Doubt in when.”

Inane or obtuse?

Yet I heard voices,

Unheard before; and

Words rearranged,

I heard my echo.

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via Daily Prompt: Echo