Poem

Clouds floating slowly

In the moonlit sky,

Trees glow like neon

And snow is like radium,

The chilly wind is piercing the bones,

The warmth of fire reminds of home,

Away from the city here I rode,

Away from the home to my hill abode.

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discovered her love is a lie,

and mine too,

a negative and a negative make a positive,

does a lie and a lie make a truth?

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I look at my fingers

And thank my cigarettes

It’s a condition called clubbing

I take deep breaths

Instead of shallow ones

Especially when i smoke

The tobacco stains

On my fingers

Are fossils

They are remnants

Of pain and those dark nights

When i used to drown in a sea of smoke

I smoke my worries away

Sitting in the balcony

Under the stars

I fill my lungs with tar

And invite cancer

Ironically my sun-sign

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The biggest lie I've ever told is that I'm fine

It's not easy to speak the truth

When your life is a whirlpool

The least you want to do

Is to pull someone else 

In the unending abyss

You're falling

Just say I'm fine

And let people be in their happy dreams

Deal with your darkness

Your feverish stupor

Alone

Because a very few can help you

And they won't necessarily be there

When you need them

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There was a time

When we were together

When we were in love

There was a time 

When nothing else mattered

Except you and me

There was a time

When the world was absent

Only we were present

There was a time

When a smile upon your face

Used make my day

And now, it's all lost

Buried deep somewhere

In the heap of memories

There was a time

And then there is now

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The companionship of friends

And long meaningful conversations

The unconditional love of mothers

And happy faces of little children

Snow laden pine trees

A smoke, and the smell of tea

The view of hills from a glass window in winter

A fireplace, a coffee and a book to read

Innocent love and its sweet nothings

The march of clouds in the sky

The scent of raindrops falling on the soil

And little joys of life―make me smile

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The farmer

Drenched in sweat

Standing in the field

Looking up at the sky

Ponders

When will the rain gods have mercy

When will the thirst of his soil be quenched

There is a hope

And there is fear

But there are no clouds

In the sky

He prays to the gods

With his hands folded

Covered in sweat

In that barren land

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I will survive 

She screamed in top of her voice

The rain dampened her last words

As she lost herself in the white noise

She went with a hope 

That she would stay

But it was her end

And there was no other way

She didn't give in to darkness

Even in the end

She fought her way to death

She chose to break than to bend

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We are leaves

Of the tree of life

One day the tree will shed us

And we will be one with the soil

But until then we have to sway

With the breeze of circumstances

Be in union with the tree

And add to its beauty

    

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The chaos in the universe

Reflected in the mind

Thoughts trying to attain order

Finding ways to attain peace

There were days when peace was ample

But now it's nowhere to be found

The days go by in search of calm 

Trying to achieve a little comfort 

May be the day will come

When there is stillness

When the tranquility is restored

Till that day all I have to do, is to fight my demons

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If I had a time machine 

I would go back and make things right

In times I lost my strength

I will stand up and give it a fight

The times have changed

And I live in the city of now

I don't regret much

But I love too much and how

The city of now is best place to be

Living here gives me a chance of redemption

The time machine is just a wishful thinking

A wish of a mind that craves perfection

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Let's cook some love

The passion in our hearts

Is the right ingredient

Let's burn together

In the flames of desire

So that no one can douse the fire

Let's drown our pain

In the river of our intimacy

And swim across the ocean of life

Poetry

 A work in progress

A daily reminder

A dirty washbasin

A broken grinder

A man in his shorts

Lying on the bed

Motionless and still

As if he is dead.

Life is hard

When it is mundane

Time passes slowly

And so does pain.

Faulty lines

 That was a time

In ancient rome

When gladiators were made to fight

Now when stranger things come to light

They are shown the black mirror

Black boys with glasses

Still can read

Jokes on the long gone

Make the living dead

Observe carefully

Mistakes are made by everybody

Not everyone pays

That’s kind of sad  

feb 10, 2017

Poetry

 The call of the mountains

Echoing in the nature,

Snow laden peaks

Glowing in the moonlit sky.

The jungles in the mountains

Hiding a thousand secrets

Within their thick cover

Are hauntingly calm.

I wake up in the cold

Fire in the fireplace dwindling

And look through the glass window

At the twinkling stars.

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 There are spaces between us

Vast, unyielding spaces

But there is a hope

That our hearts are still connected

With that invisible string of love.

In a hope that we are still connected

I send you my love

That will probably reach you

Crossing all the distance

Traversing all the spaces.

I was lost without you

But now I have found my way,

We found love together 

It was like magic,

And I hope you still believe in magic. 

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 The mind concots stories 

To save the self from self

And then you grow up

To realize that all these stories

Are lies, just like the world.

Reality is different for every eye,

And you bid your delusion a goodbye.

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The heart sinks

Deeper than a coffin 

Filled with stones.

The pain sneaks stealthily

Like a clever thief,

Stealing the bliss.

It's that time of the day again

When sadness looms

And I try to fight it

With make-believe happiness.

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 I know what pain is

I know how it is to drown in sorrow

To feel gut wrenching emotions

And to get overwhelmed

Grief is like a ghost

Pursuing you every step

Climbing on your shoulders

And wearing you down

I just keep untangling

The threads of past, Undoing knots, 

Trying to arrange the emotions 

neatly and healing the self

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I relinquish

My birth

My laugh punctuating

The feeling of freedom

In my heart

Shadow of the past

Can lurk as much as it wants

I have broken the chains

I am free of the ego

I relinquish myself

And now I am free to fly

Towards distant horizons

To explore new destinations