A surge of venom in your veins,
Pumping the immortal time
That knew not to surge backwards,
But life has its moments
Static and dynamic.
Captured,
Physical and dimensionless
You walk back to that pile
Full of memories
Painted on a piece of gloss paper
Processed in the dark room
Under the shades of red light.
An affable memory slips in,
The same old feeling of love
Flew from chilly winters into warm summers
The smiles pervaded on the sheet,
You flip one after another,
All reflections of past,
Rewritten in your memory.
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An old friend makes his appearance
In those piles of photographs,
All those paeans of love and respect
Take over your thoughts,
Days pass,
His worth fades,
Mirth dilutes,
You look at the photograph,
Beneath those vivacious laughter,
Is the demise of long-lasting friendship.
As ethereal as the skies above,
Whose feinting depths are always overlooked.
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A lonely world of yours willing to implode,
Step by step you reach the summit of a hill
An effervescent smile from the daffodils,
Blissful lilt of the leaves,
A silent caress of the southbound wind
A faint shimmer from a darker moon,
On the edge of the pass you stand,
Quaint fields welcomed for a leap,
So they did for millions of souls,
Whose blood was engraved on its sharp ridges,
All of them who weighed death over hope,
Their shrieks reminisced of madrigals,
Shrill personified!
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On this hill I spread my hands out,
Like an albatross’ beginning its migration,
A certain feeling of levitation,
A shadow of the future
Flickering in the head.
Suddenly, you look up at the sapphire skies
The stars felt like specks on ivy
You now are holding the kaleidoscope of nature,
Every pattern a new world unseen,
A new combination asking for a venture.
Time flies by…
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Dawn again,
So we fill thy skies with blood,
Thoughts cruise past the vapor trails
Into the vivid world of sleep
The dense clouds whispered of rain
You were still buried under the veils of ennui
So was your happiness
That pervaded into every heart in the past
It just faded,
Like the intensity of colors on the photographs.
All the smiles on those prints,
Hid the growing divide,
Neither can you curse your loneliness
Nor can you embrace a new world.
In the world of perception
A shallow pool can be made to look deep.
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Sailing past the ethereal skies
Clouds in a dense disguise,
You leave your trails on them
In search of joy,
Every drop that’s felt by your skin
Felt like an embrace of an old friend
Dropped from those ethereal skies…
