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the red is not my colour
but i like it
when it is on border, the porous one
an impervious urge for porous border
the one which dissolves
when the inside and outside merge
all for the sake of an
urge

Continue reading “It’s your truth”

Wish there was
No trick
No prick
Just an honest effort to learn
Grow
And share
Nourish the tender
Sprouts of seeds
Gathered from a desert
Full of thorny bushes
But tenderness Is
Facile
Love is life
And life is a learning journey
currency of conceit
Feelings of deceit
Will not help
One to go beyond
Let the ruptured edges bond
Once the deep green eyes
Have learned to see
They will hopefully
Overcome
The pitfalls
Of corners cut
Using so many
Ifs
And but
Let it go
By letting it grow
Green aromatic lemon grass
In your palms of compassion
Heart beating with passion
The world will change
If you will continue the
Asymmetrical exchange

Oceans are a bit maddening pool
Of crazy waves
Not knowing where to reach
They become a cyclonic swarm
Hungry to swallow
Boats
And oars
With which you painted
Lovely red
Lilly
Ah!
Why do I still want to swim
In an ocean so untamed
It’s really silly
No matter
How beautiful
The Lilly

did the cliff ever complain
About your abandoning the climb
Colourful valley
Dark forest
Slushy mud
Slippery terrain
Caught in a spider’s web
Unable to extricate
She just watched
You wandering around
To celebrate your gain
Leaving a field untilled
Full of
weeds of pain

Dance
Laugh
Run around and perform
The footprints
Will not reveal the bare truth
Of bygone era
Future must
Past just
Was it really only lust
Or love got wrapped in torn
Leather
Go and liberate
The trapped fly
In the spiders web
Feeling so high

New Book 3

Love me like you always did
Said a little mynah
Squirrel jumped to scare her
And smiles flowed
She Asked me to promise
Never to complain
Be optimistic
And accept the moment

roughness
help me stick the memories
like a post-it
on my board
whenever i need reminders
but whenever they fall down
because the glue has dried
or that memory
has refused to
be reincarnated
i wonder
why has surface
become so slippery

Why do I observe
Will it not suffice
If I stay still

let me quietly wish
the storm that you unleashed
on all those caught unaware
will be able to pray for your blessings
still
strange are your ways of reminding us the limits
bounded scope of aspirations
we need to grant ourselves
yet every time
we are out of step
the fury of nature tamed by you unravels
our boundless limits