Soft rock, metal and the color of the season

All this in a chequered box, wooden

Lie they untouched.

And if you open, a smell emanates,

Reminiscence of those 7 days-

Each lasting for a life time.

7 days and an eve,

When they walked together in the rain

On a boulevard, darkened by night

Where light made confused patterns,

Holding hands, bracing their hearts,

They went past the point of no return�

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To the sunrise

So many colors my dreams don,

So many, so many colors they don

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My eyes tired from dreaming,

Wash the pain away with tears

But what does it matter

The dreams rise and rainbow colors

They smear,

Every sundown, they smear.

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And a string back to you, it goes;

It goes back to you

To the time when you left me alone,

And sailed away to the neverland

And you see me from there

With a smile so pure

But never ever you reach out your hand!

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And every dawn,

When I open my eyes

Your thoughts reign

My sunshine mind

Before it gets clouded with my dreams�

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But wondering is not enough,

And knowing is oh so tough!

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No matter how hard you try

You are still a speck in the scheme

You reach one point from another

But arrival is ever a daydream

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Over the edge of the world

You reached but you toppled

Floating in the universe,

Stars you saw, couldn�t grapple�

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Truth is ugly

When fantasies come true,

And yet they stay at a hand�s distance

You carry your cross, and pay your dues,

Living forever a borrowed existence

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A weary continuance, a wary persistence

Of eyes that have seen more than they ought

A surrender of spirit, in front of the might,

A willingness to receive and kiss aught.

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Tears create a pool for you to submerge

And blissfully forget the elusive veil

And yet the dreams, the forged demons

Will haunt you till the life prevails�

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There is nobody who you wanna talk to,

A place so strange, you have never been before

A strong sense of d�j� vu

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The colors of leaves, like a rainbow

There is a star in the sunlit sky

A keen pain in the ultimate pleasure

Tie the wings, don�t let the bird fly

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A dream so real, lying by your side

Reach your hand, touch it hems

All you learnt is how to breathe

Kindle a fire before it�s dark;

Add ice to white flames

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Nothing you know, nothing you can do

Square you are, in a round hole

You�re just a wooden peg,

A lump of flesh, a hollow soul�

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You do

Deftly.

You are the master

Of the jumble;

But reflects in the mirror,

Does it?

Lost in black and white,

No shade of reality there is.

Effortlessly, you can

Throw water on the canvas

And claim that there never was a picture�

So muse is an amusement;

For you a game,

And for me?

Yes, a game for me too,

To watch you paint�

Burnt petal of jasmines

Wishful thoughts,

Meandering drops

Heavy drops of mid summer rains�

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A breeze passes by,

A dream escapes.

A hope burns in a lasting flame

No arrival is good enough;

Triumph is ephemeral,

If you savor the draught

In a closed den...

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Let the sky fall

Over your head

Let the pieces of stars

Get tangled in your lock

But what do you do

When a comet passes by

Just brushing a bit of your flame

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Open the eyes

And wait for the drops

Of morning moisture

To wash your tears away

And when the dusk settles

And the earth blazes up

You must toil to keep you sane�

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Genuflect! You have got none

What you create today

Is destroyed tomorrow;

Don�t water a sapling

Don�t wait for a bloom

The illusion is real

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Sorry for performing disappearing act people. With my due apologies, here I am! Thanks for having missed me. Missed you too. J

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The calm of the deserted shore�

The river is still, there are no ripples,

Except where the boat rows�

The rhythmic toil of the oar breaks the silence

Or, the silence breaks in between.

The baroque and an occasional cricket

Are all the sounds around,

And the world is still.

The haze gets deeper, blurring my vision

And I sit and stare (blank)

On the bank

The boat gets smaller, and smaller still

And soon it would be a dot

And then would merge in dark

And there would be no ripples

Just a silence, pounding in my heart

And an occasional cricket�

Not conducive to love;

And the shores that part us

Are not united by the mighty waves�

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The stars tonight,

They glow, but do not radiate;

And stand mute,

With no consolation

The unfeeling dark silhouettes�

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The glow behind the red tiled roof

Doesn�t throw light on your face.

The twinkling trail of night flights,

They don�t bring me your messages.

Tonight.

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The lane was lined with charming, colorful blossoms. And the dry, fallen leaves were giving a mellow yellow tint to the concrete road. It was one of those days when you feel the sunshine inside yourself- shimmering in your skin, swirling in your blood, pumping in your lungs and rendering your whole being aloft. A happiness for no reason, a joy for just your existence- when you feel the sky is blue for your pleasure and the breeze is fragrant for your delight�

My ipod was playing songs that I love to hum. So that�s what I was doing, waiting for the aveo to move forward so that I could cross the road. It was in turn waiting for the auto- rickshaw that had taken a wrong turn, to get out of its way. Suddenly my eyes met with those of a little girl sitting on the passenger seat of the red aveo. We both smiled simultaneously, and as the car glided forward, I heard her exclaiming, �Daddy, she is so beautiful!�

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That�s like the cutest compliment I have ever, ever got�J

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Moist air touches the sanguine leaves,

Playful clouds vex the soft sun;

I close my eyes, make a little wish

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The spring blooms add colors,

Oh so bright to my canvas;

I couldn�t help but smile

At the romance of soft grass

With my naked feet

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The beguile of the beauty

There is magic in this morn,

The fiery Gulmohurs throw a charm

To trap the butterflies bewitched

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That little something in the cool breeze

That tickles the leaves

�And make them snigger,

Gently strokes my ruffled hair;

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This is for you, Amrita. Hope you like it. J