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TIME
The shadow of my long dayDoes it still pace back and forth with pain?The sad memories in my heartCan’t be erased with spilling tearsFrom where should I erase?I can only let out an empty laughClear memories nailed in my heart.Faces that!-->…
Editor As a Searchlight
In 1981 when Harold Evans sat on the pinnacle of British journalism , The Sunday Times, and was writing his first policy editorial, he heard the voice of Abraham Lincoln in his ear. The President had said in 1861 ,' he knew nothing more!-->…
Complexities of Life
Life is full of struggles. Some people understand this soon enough and some take a long time to realize this truth and learn to deal with it. It is true that “Time waits for none” and in the meantime, we lose our own virtue and personality!-->…
Letterbox
For it has been 253 days now,My letterbox lies emptyI still am being optimisticWhen butterflies would run across my stomachWhen would I get remembered certainly?The postman comes once in a whileringing his cycle's bell"Finally I am!-->…
Pink and White
Those glimmering feathers
Of pink and white
Sailing in happiness over the sky
Like a ray of hope
In spite of the drooping day
Is how they frame an effigy!
They share an invisible bond
The wind so lazy
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Secret Santa
He was tall, dark and handsome. But that’s not what made me see him. What attracted me to him was his silence. So quiet. Only his eyes did the talking…if ever there was any talking to be done. But never to me. Oh! How I longed to talk to!-->…
The Other Me
When I look back now, I realize exactly where I stood. Pretty much between the devil and the deep blue sea. Getting away wasn’t easy. Making the choice broke me. But I did it anyway.
It was the winter of my tenth standard. Cold winds!-->!-->!-->…
Racism
For the heavens call for usSalvation is the songsame mother, same originShould they sing for usIn the open beam of lightOver the boundless blue skyFrom where we belongIs our mother's lap, so divineThe colossal ball of burning lightThat!-->…
Not the same as I do
I don’t know ifThe way I look at the skyIs the same way you look at itI run across the lusty fieldsKissing the peachy skyI lay on the rusty hayTo look at the twittering birds up highI dip my fingers to ripple the waterWhile the kites start!-->…
The Two Rivers
As we thus sit here
At the confluence
Watching these two rivers
Flowing into and
Out of each other,
Will you not let me say
How exactly
I feel by your side?
Hanging next to you
Is like being an aerial root
Of an old banyan
Not seeking the…