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They were here, just here
And now they sit there…
Sometimes seem sane
But mostly are insane!
From head to toe
Mostly high, seldom low!
Oh! They wander to and fro.
Press the brakes, make them slow!
But should they be blamed?
For they can be tamed
But blessed is my memory
Nothing more temporary!
Than these wandering emotions
I guess I need practicing devotion!
I am happy this moment
In seconds changing temperament!
I often forget what was going
In my mind, for I keep showing
Mood swings often frequent
Than pendulum, mostly adamant
Adamant about my decision
Taken with no precision
I often land up being a disaster
For recovery is never faster!
I do things that are stupid
Thinking them to be highly cupid!
Oh I am just too awesome
For the source of nuisance
I always create with confidence
My little butterflies, create dense
And profound effect on my
Brain, it stops working before I try
And it is always end of the game!

But I do respect my thoughts
For they are ones who brought
The very best out of me
Into my soul I could see!
They often set me free…
My thoughts are free…yes they are free!


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A Story

The time thus stopped, still
Between then and the now,
Then was forever beautiful
Now is undulating but infernal.

Forever is hence a myth,
Tied between the bygone
And the moments yet to come
Stuck, unmoving and dead.

The rise of an era, indeed
Was not a beginning either,
It was called upon by turmoil
And the sacrifices of all.

Them all, gave up all they could
Left behind what they had,
They managed to flee, evacuate
But couldn't untie the chain.

The chain that was tied
So fast around their souls,
Choked, breathless, unmoved.
They cried, longed, lamented.

The emotions they were bound to
Took a toll on them once again,
The empire did rise again,
Them, all, remained the same!


A little boy sitting alone
I saw him from distant far
He was almost on my own
I wondered who left him distant far?
He was crying I could make out
Wiping his tears he walked straight
In the middle of the road, I wanted to shout
Lost and weird on the way that was laid.
Hey stop! I shouted thrice
'Don't walk in the middle of the road'
I was chanting the sane advice
He ignored and walked as if releasing some load...
I ran and reached him somehow
I finally brought him to the stopping mode
I looked in his eyes and I saw pain
I could sense as his soul began to corrode
He was a little boy and I hope he is fine
He was a little boy I wish I could understand
He was a little boy and he is somewhere
He was a little boy on the distant land!