There I reach At the last few pages Close to where The book would end Where it no longer will hold in its cover A story unread For me Forever There in those last few pages I stop There I close the book Dog eared at the last unread page To be read later ButContinue reading “Dog-eared to the end”
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Stones of the same rock
Earth tremble and QuakesThe mass shiftsThe muddy skin splits and cracksAnd then the boulder rolls Dislodged from its lofty heightsDown the hill it fallsSkipping over the slopesRacing to the valley below and then with that final leapIt lands near the gushing streamThe crash is loudShaking the earth even more Impact shatters the mighty rockNo longerContinue reading “Stones of the same rock”
White ducks of blue lake
Shadows remain Black
The clouds floatFreelyHanging on to the windsin the wide blue sky Some light and whiteSome laden and darkSome flying lowSome soaring up high They cast a shadowOn the earth belowThe creeping shadowCover the green meadow Irrespective of the cloudsWhite or darkLow or highShadow remains black below
Nasha Hai
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Silent windows
Ever seen lightsin the nightLittle windowsCurtained or otherwise Spilling lights,Telling talesInocent traitorsof secrets inside Telling allYet holding backHeld back byVaguest of ties Each one lostIn multitudes of lightsHiding, yet being a beaconOf another life Another lifeFull of sorrows and liesCelebrating a happy momentOr a momentous high Each one trappedWith losses and gainor with a dreadofContinue reading “Silent windows”
Thoughts pour on paper
Letters got typedSticking together to form wordsthey appear familiarthey mirror my thoughtsSometimes trulySometimes to please
Wherever
Wherever is a good destination In response to Linda’s One Liner Wednesday #1LinerWeds
Stillness of the deep
In the lakeLaying placidLies buriedmeanings deep Calm on the surfaceLike a pretending mirrorReflecting the fakeHiding the truth beneath the inquisitive fingerScratches the surfaceIn a poke of inquiryPierces the flimsy sheath Ripples give awaythe illusionDistorting the unrealRevealing the truth we seek It’s not the blue skyOr the ochre of the woodsIt’s the flow of the waterAndContinue reading “Stillness of the deep”
In between the moments
Who decides,the next momentDoes it wait for meOr do I seek? When do I exitthe pastand enter the presentI wonder? If I do movefrom the pastto the present,what do I traverse? From the pastto the destinationThat is nowWhere do I exist? Does that journeyin betweengo without noticingAs if in a sleep? That state betweenthe thenContinue reading “In between the moments”