independence

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plunged into mourning and anger,
Dried blood can still be seen…
“bang” along vacant, sweaty desert highway

took a breath before the moment of truth.
BANG. It worked again
a little boy in a tiny coat had to hop out
Walk across a dusty pavement runway,
stand in a roped-off line,

defective, something hideous and unlovable
deserve to be the heroes of their own stories
To be free is a great privilege….
Shed a tear in their memory
strive to make the most of
for hard won is this independence

Pledge to stand up for those
whose voice the world refuses to hear

for we are the legacy of those
for who paid the ultimate price…for us !

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lost

free-flying spirits with wings carry me on
for i am tired of this hot fading summer
involuntarily finding and losing my peace
the rainbow’s joyous refraction of colour

Hypnotised to the deceptive simplicity
stitched together as one now haunted
echoes the promise of love awaiting
streamed through the streets of consciousness.

washed up on this island again
the height of the tide had promised
ongoing peril… false notion of separation
surrounded by roaring lions and sighs of love

Phantom Of Dreams

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My struggle. My endurance .my perseverance
in the face of all kinds of demons.
Some within. Some without.

Like a dandelion up through the pavement, I persist.
as with everything in life, I get to assign meaning
so i assign Strength. Healing. Forgiveness.

no more shall i show you my Fears. Tears .
with unflattering honesty to only myself
you have lost the right to hear

voices in my head urged to tell you at my lowest
I did… Now with knowing …my showing weakness
makes you feel i can’t undertand yours …
this breaks my heart …
but dearest your don’t yet know me
I am a phamtom of broken dreams
who rises above after every fall

matrix of start

footsteps echo in the empty hall

i entered the door at the end of hall

there was a beautiful wallpaper and surprises behind closed doors

Posing in the castle… you color my world

a new chapter waiting to be penned…

colors are brighter with you around

i feel like an amateur playing with you

exploring hidden treasures of the city

all I need is to whisper to the world that only shouts

you and I

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I like the night air ,for it tells me a story

I can build a mansion higher than dreams

but when I dream I dream of you…..

Now I can touch my life and light

when light shines through the trees

a deep melancoly settles deep inside my heart

for I hear the guitar playing……

when its gold and green
…feel it in the air….
catch it if you can for
we are all fragile…..
when we break our heart

compassion,  tolerance, endurance,  faith, and much more breaks
yet in the end even if nothing is in perfection
some how somewhere love finds you….
so hold on to your heart…for
smile is just the begining of love

as we live

as the clouds part ways for the sunshine
the legions of my heart are bleeding
letter drops wrapped in the fragrance of winter
I am retrieving things I will lose one day
for I am shaped by the morality
the longing that the wind swept away
like a scholar in exile
Even if at times,the road looks to far
I hope it carries my feelings to you
Even if tears fall..until every thing becomes a past
beyond the dreams of history
sleepwalk..for it was like a mid summer night’s dream

tranquil mind

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Let time create its own saga
In this hazy half lit world
Timed by an ageless hourglass
Awashed in a flamboyant style
My perfect imperfections

Meandering in half lit alleys
my blunt edges stare
down and around my moods
I am a bit crazy maybe..

Yet soothing and captivating
in the warm ambient lighting
A trigger captured my eyes
A smile that reaches deep inside
such is nature’s beauty

Melange

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Light kindled with burning fire of desire
Night is like a black stone sapphire
Freedom is all I want…
Pains never venture to leave me alone

The world is changing…for change is around me
Like a spy of sorts I drift past…
i am one with no regrets
have I thought about this.. well

When mind is fearless… head turns high
My hands seek perfection in fruitfull service.
My voyage seems to have no end…

Old fears die with exhaustion..
Nothing is static… how can I be
Whispers say nothing can touch me
Something like perfection…oh stay with me

fickle heart

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so fond of rustic and unexplored
there are butterflies in my stomach
I cry out baffled amidst the robust cries of sea gulls

As sand is crushed into bits
My heart is captive of endless thoughts,
In the light of reasons,In an act of indulgence…
I sit face-to -face with silence.

Like a serpent entwined to the sandalwood…
I lay awaiting shaped by morality
Simmering jewels adorn my feet
in the midst of Arabic perfumes and scents

Given my human feelings…with no pride of decoration
I bare my heart to thee in such a serendipitous fashion

Drowned by whispers of prayers my vanity dies,
Lost in chanting beads….I open my eyes

Unabridged Love

In a sore lament
I say “Canst thou be dead”
Love is doing a kindness
Without expecting to expect
anything in return.

I sigh,I weep
I conceal my tender weakness
to my beloved soul.

My pride was my downfall,
I was so wrong,
Half a person in your absence,
I hear a symphony of a different tone.

My forgiveness and reconciliation
are in the corner of vanity,
perhaps an answer to my prayer.

Praying like a pagan
in the crypt I found peace
before it was too late.

My Heaven and Hell are the same..
beside you I stay my Unabridged Love

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As the angel descended from heaven
she shred her wings saying good by
for it was her lover ,the poet
she wished to meet
Midway a bridge he stood
Wary and eyes dim ,he wondered
was his love a dream

as the clouds parted way for the sunshine
with trembling lips of mortal
she called his sweet name
wrapped in the fragrance of winter
the wind carried the feather touched words

He glanced in front stood his angel.
Mesmired and still his eyes
saw a wonder shaped by the morality
Was it true bliss or was he at the gates of paradise.

He saw her fair skin shine like jewels simmering
Yes this was whom he had dreamed of
But alas,He was awake….
If not let this dream forever remain.

what my heart desires

where am I going this time
So many uncertainties cross my way
As I drift away,I leave
The goods and the bads alike

All is planned by someone
yet unknown to me
Maaya intrigues me
shakes me to my core

In an hourglass of a lifetime
My thoughts and desires change
from time to time
Yet what remains is maaya

Saints and scholars say
abondoning it is the way
to release the soul

Yet I enjoy ,the daffodils and gold coins
I am enticed by all,For I see God’s Presence in all