Light

divine surender

To every light,

There is a lamp.

As soul enters body

Life begins.

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Wish Finds…

Wish not to get the equilibrium displaced with change that accompany relationship. Love, life and light banters are refreshing. A mental note added, a detour is possibility.

Bags readied

for scheduled journey

lay lost in the corner stand.

 “I hear you not complain this time. ” He teased.

“I love the game of independence, in dependence.” I smiled.

Wish finds its way.

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Pain…

Your agony, not mine

Yet, I bleed without pain;

Your grief, not mine

Yet, I cry without reason.

Tears run unushered,

I don’t know them

Yet, I am hurt without pain.

O the million hearts world over,

Blood speaks the same everywhere

So does a word of prayer!

Your silence, silently mine.

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Go…

When man decided to fly,

He turned his head up towards the sky,

Watching the birds fly;

 

Flocking together many,

Patterns in unknown way

Of nature and quest play

 

Where Nature let go,

Human nature compromised;

Mind never let go, though.

 

Who are you? ‘I’

Go where the heart let you,

Mind not Mind, just go.

 

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Fallen Flowers

 

Flowers

I gather some fallen flowers,

Spread a milieu from death,

Of  life and thereafter,

                      Where miseries thrive not –

                      A vision wished to be acknowledged.

A little errand of mindfulness;

Grass seemed pleased.

Pleased, only to my eyes.

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Weigh Not…

That particular morning

She dressed in her white chiffon,

 

An elegant maxi dress

Not have been her taste for long;

 

She wore it but that day

Hoping to keep the wish

 

Her loved ones, once had expressed,

Remained elusive since then,

 

With no frills attached.

She gave a second look.

 

That day was not hers;

Theirs, for sure.

 

“Weigh not our love for you”

The eyes that had met hers, said.

 

Love spoke not much for itself

For she had become love herself.

 

I reread the last passage on that morning.

 

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Blank Page

I stare into the blank page

Assuming, its eagerness to embrace

My jumbled ideas that, chose the words;

Perhaps, a few drawings

Or a scribbled dot and line game;

Hardly did it strike me as a page of inspiration

Assuming, it’s the mirror

Willingly reflecting the many expressions –

Subtle emotions not meant for an audience;

I stare into the blank page.

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