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I have tried to forget
Tht day

When we fought with the sky
Unwilling to give us any of its stars
And you snatched a few
One was affixed on my writing desk
As if to stear
The rays of lost moon
On my paper
So that when I write
I keep cool feel of moon rays
In mind
But I do get angry
I do lose touch with
The star
And the sky
Willing to offer more stars
Can’t not affix any one on my desk
That star isn’t shining any more
May be it does not like my desk
Or my writing
Or may be my ones make it cry
Too much
And it wants to smile all the time
May be

Go away
The whiff of an aromatic air
Don’t stay here
Lest I get intoxicated
And then swirl the secret key
Of sanity
Let madness prevail
But only if I am witness to its
Deep quest
Of sanity

His music of madness
Was not waste
All mad souls
Need to listen to it
Why will the world needs to
Live with it
Why

Many times
I resolved to restrain
And I did
But I m not sure
If I could
Let me take rest
Dig the grave deep
Lest a worm
Crawls up
To tell the story
Of my deer song
Which didnot die
And though buried
Could not fade away
From the memory of
An obelisk
Ask the carpenter t o make a new obelisk
Of wood
Soft one
So that white ants
Devour it easily
And keep my songs live
In the rich fertile soil
Manured by my own body

I m difficult
Are you simple
Not able to hide
And not able to be truthful
Completely
May be not because
You need to mask
When thins are not clear
What can one do
Next ship is not yet ready
to take you on board
But you deserve a deep love
Nurturant
Caring
And carefree
Amen!

I will bear with
Multiple arrows in your armour
You need to hunt
Even if the game comes
Itself
Fr being hunted
Hunt
Bury the carcass
Along with all symphonies
That deer wrote
When running away
From a lioness
Which wanted to hunt it
To redeem it from life
Yes hunt it

You said
You will write to him
Brute though he was
But he loves you
You loathed him
You ignored him
But he lived in a corner of
Your heart
Alone
Still
When you are about to forgive him
He is ready
To lit the fire
In which you can burn
All the hateful poems
U will go all over
In search of love
But you have difficulty
In sitting on the edge
Of lake
You must swim
Or sink
But sitting on shore
Of a sea is not your destiny
U are like a fish
Which must search for newer
And newer depths
Of the ocean
Else you can’t define yourself
But who asked you to do so
Just remained
Undefined
Unassailed
Peak
Of a Mountain
Which is below the sea

withered roots
nourished fungi
some mushrooms grew on decayed desires
some recycled the toxins
oozed by the fountain of frustrated expectations
pray, o, traveller pray
this world can only feast on
outlived hopes

Too much expectations
Can kill
A seed
Don’t do that
Just be there
When demanded, do your best
Else
Let winds blow
Sun rise
Sky aspire and clouds
Surprise