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My sky in September

That small restless kiddo! Overheard, shouted "Just nine" Waited for the months to end Till August things were fine. It didn't bother him till eight, September was his favorite... The ninth month on calendar Waited forever to savor it! He was waiting, he is still...but The wait became too long, He waited, danced on one leg, Sobbed, singing his favorite song! The last date was the best, He thought! Moulding the clay, The form he made, of a face... Much like a mask, it'd stay! He painted few drops, with blue A little real, a little messed up. Blue being the fear, he trembled Dropped the paint, it no more resembled! What was in front, still blurred his eyes He thought he'll manage the mistake, He was sure he'll twist the story, Mould it in his creative wake! He took the brush, made it all blue, Dropped the initial plan, thought, "Blue is the new you!" Still, with the heart he fought. Heart wanted few littl...

THAT STRANGE LOOK

Off to a midnight saunter Into woods not so green I saw someone gazing strong Afraid to find out and lean. I stood there still and small Choosing between stay and move The gaze took control of me Telling me things none could prove! The Fear of unknown built up Shadows growing strong and dark I felt a shudder in my soul,, The thought of bygone, left a mark. Taking a step back, I thought Would mean a peep into the past Heading forward being the best move This fear will then not last. I ordered my brain to stop the game Gave the power to the crimson beast I knew it would be fair and right Former always stole the feast. Now I was out of the woods, Woods that were never green. I came and saw the mirror, The gaze I feared was mein!

THAT INERTNESS

Innate feelings are irrational Rising above nearly floating, Just like, a poem lies inert after being read, unmoving! That inertness being an end The ultimate destination Lying just there, once loved Its incarnation or cremation? That feeling once they felt Now its long gone, the past! For they read it and forgot... The words still there, my last! Writing for me is my salvation It shows me the truth unraveled... I write and then I realize  I AM ON THE ROAD LESS TRAVELED...

QUIET

'QUIET' Whispered the wind... 'RETIRE...!' The moon opined... 'ANGEL...' Thus the sun resigned! The Universe rejoiced, Unicorns perfectly aligned! Time perfectly designed... Their exultation voiced! Endearment hence enjoyed! That's exactly how it is When they are together, Heaven, an innate bliss! The whimsical Master, And the vivacious Miss, They're a perfect match A triumphant eve it is!!!

THE EYES

His eyes glazing as ever Her eyes, as rare as hazel Imagine those quadruple Staring the world's fable! Imagine those alluring tetrad Put together in a single frame Awestruck us all the while "Complete" being paridisiac name! How can the sentiments flag down? How can these words cease? How can a philocalist resist? How could the admiration surcease? Measuring the fist sized heart he said, Pain in here is endless and toes curled... "Your eyes are even smaller Yet they behold the world." Counting the infinite tracks she said Each is incomplete without the other! Together they carry our existence The very essence, the crimson color.

LIFE BENEATH THE SMOG

It started with a hustle, A little turbulence of Adieu! Souls departing to no-land... Leaving mark in its lieu! It started with an ache, Waiting to be completely felt... Sorrows, mourning and hopes, Finding ways to be dealt! It started with an untold sorrow, An unheard story, never told... A little mystery of emotions, Shivering soul in summer cold! It started and shall continue, Self created fog in clear sky! Fog of death and shattered hopes... Facing truth yet running towards that lie...   It started and now its all fog, Be it dawn or be it dusk, Its all fog, an unfading mist, Trying to pluck blades of husk! The dense mist, The never fading fog... Some say its smoke, Look deeper,,, There's LIFE BENEATH THAT SMOG!!!