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Holding an umbrella
When I wanted it to rain
Wasn’t so strange
You must either let storms enter through
The broken windows
Or even a drop
Of dew
Will be denied
The access
To your eyelids
That’s true
When rivers don’t know
How to cope with extremes
What else can they do

True, true
None of us likes
That rules come in the way
Of breaking boundaries
But they come
And thy should
How else
Pensive moments
Reflected glances
Ignored passes
Will be worshipped
In the Temple
Of trust

Dance,
Dance
Even if the limbs are not stable
Smile
Smile
Even if the eyelids are heavy
Complain
Complain
For all the glances scattered
Here and there
Laugh
Laugh
Fir coming back to gaze
In the ungrazed pasture
Sow
Sow
Seeds of surprise
In the grasslands
Peacock
Is dancing
Birds are chirping
Squirrel is having her breakfast
From the plate you served

You baked a bread
After a long time
Gathering your wits
Like a tendril unwound
Wave contained by the shore
Boat is rowing without oars
Just be there
With all your effort
A little more will certainly not hurt

One day
You had wiped my glasses
So that I could see clearly
But
Then I wished,
These had remained fuzzy
Is clarity always good
Particularly
When it shows the ambiguities
And contradictions
Even more clearly
Let me keep
My glasses hazy
Fuzzy
Ambiguous

When wind blew a little fast
You came close
Just like that
But the tendrils didnot intertwine
Though they needed support
Desperately
Creeper is free
Tendril is drying
You are happy
And the wind is blowing rather slowly now
Isn’t that what you wanted?

sole sign
of a glow
inside the burning fire
of determination
to not shed red colour
even if the sky is unable to remain blue

As if
The water will carry
The boat full of pebbles
I collected
While waiting
For river in spate
To cool down

Now
The river is contained
Boat is floating
But my oars are broken
They are tied
To the promises made
By waves while settling down

Don’t be nice
Just because
There are compulsions
Life must be lived truthfully
Not pragmatically
Of course
One can’t be completely truthful
But fuzziness
Can be frugal