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Don’t dust the pane
The soaked curtain
Breeze is cold
Silence is gold
Let us close
All the books still open
Aged settle the debt
Not yet paid
But factoring people have come
They will collect
What is left
And lose the books
Let us walk
Don’t try to talk
Words have lost their meanings
I can see your leanings
That’s why trees have shed leaves
Autumn’s dry zone has taken its toll
Let us decide, whether to walk
After all
It’s our call

Dark clouds look ominous a bit
I m not sure
If they mean well tonight
They wish to flood every single valley
Which had flowers growing since summer
Why do they have so much to soak
Have the tears of all the eyes
Sad and wet
Not tired yet
Been soaked by them
Ready to rain
What will they gain

Don’t bother
Enjoy your freedom
Unhinged doors don’t have to be opened
They are just pushed a little
They fall apart
Now that gate is open
Walk out into the open
Courtyard
And take a deep breath
World is changing
Words count
People care
Worms deepen the soul
Bees have a compulsion. To share

when peaks are clothed in white
i was wondering if they were
expressing condolence
on the demise
pf a cloud
that took off with vigour
but then descended quietly
to enrich the river
but why so much
that valley is in flood

like a fleeting cloud
you scattred so many colours
which soaked me
when i decided to walk in rain
and i am still wet

wind played veena
for the clouds
in the forests
and
mountains

the strings of serenity
are still intact

though the breeze has swept away
all the sounds
but the silence is still dancing
on the top of the clouds

alone
i walk
alone
i talk

when shadows stalk
i tell them to
embrace some light
and then suicide of stalking shadows
shows up in the sky
wandering clouds
play that again
are you searching
for some sparks
in the embers of lost fire
but it rained last night
how could hearth be still warm
didnt you install fire extinguisher recently
afraid
that fire of hatred will burn your house
now
live with cold
air

abandoned altogether.
nothing left to gather,
just be there
still
quiet
unanswerable

—–\\——-\\—-

when you would wake up
on not finding me around
dont complain
i have already left for walk
into wilderness
where nobody trades
drops of dew
in exchange with
empty smiles

—–\\—-
its over

Whenever I see
Some cloud dissenting
And taking off on her own
I realise it must have
Been nurtured by the tears
Of a lost soul
A betrayed faith
An abandoned ant mound

Today
The clouds were not too keen
To descend
Earth, like a lovelorn, was wondering
Did cloud feel bad
On her being, a bit sarcastic yesterday
But clouds were busy in conversation
With the sky
What happened
O clouds
You are still around
Don’t ask why,
O sky
Have you embraced us enough
To take our heat
And make us dry
Cold
And wanting to soak
In the warmth of the earth
Sky
Kept quiet
There was a lightening
Rain followed
Everywhere cold air
Took over
The warmth in the heart of devotees
Kindled the desire
Of clouds to wrap around them
That is also way of your blessing
O lord