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Little Things!

Certain nuances
Of showering love
With his innocence
And his wit shaped the
Bond we shared, at a time
When I flowed like water, though
Freely, but deformed at every step!



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Selfish World

Down with a thought
In the back of my mind
I am poised to reflect
The way the selfish world strikes..

Creating their own webs
Each one traps the other self,
Satisfying and seeking
through their poisoned pathways..

Poisoned roads mimick
those rosy beds
luring people
masking their selfish selves..!



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Step down for sometime, my child
Bear with me for a few moments,
I wish to create new memories
For my new life, after abeyance..

Moments I spend with you
Seldom turn into minutes these days,
I love seeing you successful in life
But remember to bend down
To share your success with me
Because I don’t possess, anymore,
That flying strength..

Memories we create
With every second in life, so
Put me in some of yours
And you in many of mine..

Abeyance should not be dreaded
For there lies a hope of starting afresh,
I would always be there in your heart,
Heart, that I have churned
With honey, nurtured
With love, for that’s all I had..!


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Be with Love

She was a pretty doll
Big black eyes
A long pointed nose
Perfectly shaped lips
Amidst those long shining tresses…

And then,

He came and sat next to her
A not so handsome man
Turned out to be her husband..

There was something
which didn’t let me
settle them as a match:
A beautiful lady with
not ‘that’ appropriate a man..

While my eyes couldn’t
digest what I stood
a witness to,
I was wondering
why I had
such a thinking,
such a mindset,
being from this era too..!



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A Journey in a Life

Knocked out of a universe
You tend to enter a hole
A passage to a new world
Or an end of you as a whole..

But there lies more
In the passage itself
For the journey seems
To never end..

Yet, there are ways
There exist just days
There are only countable times
Before the finish line..

Leaving behind a path
Carved by your own
Marked by your caravan’s wheels
The rest is yet to be explored..

While the behind of you
Bids goodbyes to the old
Your feet embark upon
The newbies in store for you!