Craft

That road still carries

The freshness you left behind

This morning still shows

The beauty you made me find

The grass beneath me here

That remembers you once stood

This is the very place

That you had once been

The stillness in the air

That i can feel now

That was also there

Then when you made me

From scrap to metal

And then unto gold

I saw your craftsmanship grow

I, the craft, now complete

And left by myself

In this wonderful place

That you made me discover

To bask in my own glory

The halo of which is only

The consequence of your travail

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Tryst with my destiny continued

As i flipped through life's pages

Sunny emotions dampened

By cloudy skies sans sun

And sleepless nights tormenting

As i fought with my turmoil within

Fumed within to find a respite

I searched for a pal

And got one who talked 

To me through mail 

Pleased with a downpour

In the scorching heat

I searched out my inbox everyhour

Somewhere to receive letters

Usually in an envelope

Through post delivered

Addresssed in detail

With more detail within

The details within

Getting lesser and lesser

With each passing day

Until one such day 

When there was no more

Of anything left to hold

Within or without

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Midnight Dreams

All the glitter and glamour
Of the day spent away
I toss myself on a bed
Hard and damp
From constant wear n tear
Trying hard to build
Castles in air
Whose potential's unknown
Eagle-eyed i try to capture
My Midnight dreams

The modern woman that i am
So much secure about me
Nothing in the world
Can shake my faith
In the faithlessness
That i carry on and around
Trials and tempests fail
To jolt my fidelity to my false truth

Deserted by rest
I drag my restless thing
Called body, out of the sheets
Which are saturated with
The sweat of my remorseless guilt
I dab on some cologne and straighten
My otherwise straight hair
Bend my mirror to find me appealing

As the clock strikes four
And eluded by my midnight dreams
I reach for my palmtop
To break in on my ex's ex's
Who i am sure would be
Gratified to have a healthy chat
On the topic of common interest
In the interest of world peace



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Somehow

Somehow something somewhere in me

Went to look out something outside

Searching earnestly for that something

Which couldn't be searched within

The void within trying hard to search what

It could never be by itself

Believing in that somewhere someday

It will find its complement

'Coz losing it sans effort 

Could have been

The most cruel of things

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I have to go

It was spring
And a beautiful season it was
Something that reminded me
That life is beautiful
When it comes with colour
With sprawling grasses
And green trees
And more of greenery everywhere

Exhibiting vibrant shades
Would be nature
So happy it seemed
And making me happy also
All the while...
With rhymes inducing nostalgia
And visages pure
And more of purity everywhere

Spring goes...it has to go
And i have to go
To greet a new season
Though nothing can replace spring
You may say its just a season
But it is not, certainly
Days piled together

I have to go
I know i have to
But i know the essence
Of Spring will last forever..
With me, in my soul.

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Carriage

Wheels rolled down, the winding road

Carrying on them, a carriage's load

Through the carriage's window, emerged a pretty face

Of a little girl,who had a doll in her embrace

Her name's Rose, a little girl she was

She was the darling, of the one's living

In the house, atop the hill

The house echoed, with the charming laughter

Of little Rose, with each ray of sunlight

Heard at times, would be the tinkling of bells

The breaking of clay dolls, at some other

At eating table, the clatter of spoons

And that of forks, behind all of which

In her happy self, would always be Rose 

A little doll for all, the princess of all eyes

The rose of every heart, the sweetheart of every soul

So lovable for all, so loved by all

She was like life, to all around her

Today as she proceeds

On her journey, in her carriage

The people in the house

Do know deep in their hearts,

Though people around may not say so,

It is not final.

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Thank You Readers!

Each one counts

Each word counts

Thank You readers

Thanks a lot

Coz your pat

Has made me mount

The hill of joys

Where i always rejoice

Thanks a lot for being

A part of my happiness

A part of my journey

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