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Smitten by solitary marigold

 

in some lonesome corner

 

succumbing to death

 

Made me to plant marigold

 

in my own ravishing garden.

 

Each passing second made me 

 

doleful, gloomy, my life in blue.

 

Each second when I saw

 

tainted leaves of marigold

 

rancid flowers dying!

 

May be angels forgot to rain……

 

I cried whole night, amuck tears

 

showered to water my marigold.

 

I failed with my swollen, puffy eyes

 

I failed horrendously

 

I failed for I cannot see death.

 

I replanted my marigold

 

in same lonesome corner

 

in a hope,

 

originality is what,

 

which gives strength to fight.

 

I can now see my marigold

 

fighting death and surviving with new bud

 

Adieu is not some good bye to end……

 

but good bye to hold on forever in memory.

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Why are promises made? Why we need to give assurance for the future to someone? Does it not create some sort of obligation, some binding in the relationship? Why don’t we just go and give all the feelings to the relationship in such a way that both the sides know some silent, unsaid promises will always be kept. Promises have captured such an important part of our life, infact I am feeling that the foundation of all the pious relationship starts with ‘promises’.

 

I see myself in mirage of your promises

rather than in mirror which you hold.

Why are promises made?

Has the sky also promised mother

to shower rain,

light the night with stars and moon?

Has the air also promised the leaves

for thrilling life,

unending growth and balmy love?

May be yes,

May be a promise made in silence!

Why are promises made?

 

Why enigma spirals around my life

And you need to give me

derision binding with some subtle words

languid in falseness.

I collect your warm raindrop promises

on my palm, hiding it from sun

But with a fear when barren will appear,

these raindrops will turn vultures

gashing every portion of my soul.

I can’t see now ladder of your promises

but derision binding of my expectations.

 

Why are promises made?

You always draw love aroma by promises

Assuring me that you are always by my side

You are just a treacherous hunter, hunting my dreams

Please, don’t bind me….

Even I know you are just bystander

But I love to hear your words,

these falseness, meaningless

even when I know they are metaphors, fairy tales!

I love when you captivate me within promise bars

and I love to shout, “Why are promises made?”

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No thought is flickering my mind

I am aphonic in this silence

except with few shallow, hollow words

jumping to come out from my cerebrum.

You want to hear some

trendy, inspiring, knowledge worthy story

which can capture your feelings

or can change your life for good.

Mind always wants to receive,

a sort of divine attraction is felt in reception!

My words are fruitless, impotent, meaningless

My phonetics are sleeping

I am voiceless, speechless!

I just wish to go deep down in your heart

and to write a song of your heartbeats,

the song which is carried all along in your blood!

But I can’t

But I wish I can.

I wish to be brilliant in expression!

Pendulum always swings between

words said, which we shouldn’t

which we should, words remain unsaid!

These jingles give birth to senseless

like if I say

“dhihdi ahdhiuh ahyekfo fhushki”

– result of random hitting of keys!

– vomiting of random reflexes!

Not all the words carry meaning

I wish you can understand

I wish you can understand

when I randomly hit keys to say something

to write those senseless, meaningless words.

I wish you can!

I wish!

 

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Why they formulated

such complex definition

of humanity?

– kindness

– mortality

– compassion

Why can’t they understand,

we are humans?

Every time humanity

can’t come out from

human womb

We are ‘humans’

not with blood running in

some blue, green veins

and where each credit of

heartbeat is required to live.

Why can’t they understand

we can’t mould our soul, body

to become football

so that anyone can kick us

in any direction they like!

Our blood boils sometimes

giving steam anger from eyes

Skin can roast and we

need to shout some cold words

to shiver others.

Why can’t they understand

Heart wants to be knavish

Want to experience some fake joy

with a sinister purpose

Why then every time they shout

‘Be Human’

‘Be Human’

Why they formulated

such complex definition

of humanity?

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QUESTION

I wonder……..

If I have to

give all my

strength

to spread out

a circle from

a dot

OR

If I have to

give all my

strength to

squeeze

a circle to

again get a dot

OR

If I have to

allow myself

to standstill and

perceive

kinetics of circle

If…………..

 

I wonder,

I question,

which ‘IF’ can give me

more torture

more wound

more heartache!

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From morning a different sort of feeling is wavering my mind. A feeling, ‘something is going to happen’, is pumping out from my heart. I am not able to define it. But it is shaking my mind, making me namby-pamby puppet. I have become dormant and without a feel of what is happening around me. As if all my senses are dumb and I am finding myself going deep into that restlessness. I want to come out from this…………want some change………….

Teeter totter life

Life of climacteric

moods

every moment

new melancholic

skyrockets from

heart and body

What is this?

Is this a fear?

Or something else?

Body shakes

with

kooky loony

vibration of heartbeats.

Insane electricity

starts from

toe and reaches brain,

to scrabble all words.

I can’t speak….

I can’t……

I wish, I can!

May be someone very far,

is knitting a booby trap.

May be my cognizant shadow

in ambush near unknown corner!

Really?

Please, say something….

Listen my silence………

Listen my heart………

for my body is busy

playing seesaw with life!

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Freeness of rain fall

 

Abundance of the wholeness

 

Impervious to reason

 

Silent call made

 

by mother earth,

 

Angles are

 

showered

 

by heaven.

 

Unending blessings!

 

Utopian grace of beauty!

 

Tears came

 

with eternal smile.

 

Kiss blown

 

with love in eyes.

 

Gift of

 

Quiescence

 

Silence

 

given

 

to keep

 

whole cosmos

 

in the palms

 

with every rain drop.

Rain, Rain, Rain…………….Thanks, Thanks, Thank You God! 🙂

Rain drops on leaves in my garden. (pic taken – 7:20am)

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