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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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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