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do i still remain what i was

even after you have declared

the boundaries of what we thought

was accessible as

out of bound

why did you do it

is that the way you make us conscious

of what it means to deny,

delude and deceive ourselves

Kali 37
when wind could not blow the flowers i offered to you,
what do i do,
let the illusion persist
that you care
or do i just move on
quietly
assuming that these flowers have lost their freshness
goddess of cool breeze rejected these
why will u accept them

do u know Him
why did u ask
but why should  i know Him
He always plays
the game of dice
loaded with his grace
he tries to be nice

why will you feel shy

when asked to defy

the norms of the world

and tell me to die

are you still hoping

that turmoils will take place

some clouds  will move away

and some will  stay,

with all your tears, just in case

why will a knot remain still tied

regardless of your dilemma

will the spoken word ever suffice

how do i tell you

when i said, go away,

i had actually lied

do not be silly

move on as the ant did

picking up all her eggs

before the rain,

gather your memories

before these are washed away

in the flood of feelings this  time, so much rain

may not spare

the stains of subtle

simmerings that still take place in your heart

you do not find it possible to say no

when i plead for some disdain

you refuse to defy

bur do not just say, go

you  seem to be caught

between the desire to be good

for old times sake

and still

seem worried

about what really is your ought

 

trapped between the arms
of a tendril,
a promise to deliver
a fear to conquer


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in the twists of life
i found a way
slow breeze or a storm
my resolution will stay

who knows what works
time doesnt warn, it sucks
the life has its own  little daisy  dolls
if one listens, then some thing
or the other, really perks

summer does not burn the fire,
wood is moist ,
it rained whole night

do not ask me why did i get cold
do not tell me, why did i not
take care
you know
every time seasons change
and some leaves show
their signatures
i stand quietly under a tree
that has shed its leaves
and with its bare branches
await the drops of the rain
to clothe it
or cover it with shawl
of your deep gazes,
now,
will u not threaten me
by turning your eyes away
and
let me wait
for shade in this hot summer
till spring comes
and your gazes bloom on the branches
covering my sky with
smell
of your beaths