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The Painting

78712390layers of colour spread over the palette,
some over her tiny hands,
the way she paints with them is beautiful,
only her tiny eyes will understand,

she said I painted mama,
in her favourite dress,
I wish she was alive,
to tell her it was her best.

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Glass

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Every time I see the mirror,
I see a contrast of images,

I sometimes see,
a kid wandering in the world,
lost in thoughts,
willing to paint the world,
in canvas of words.

And sometimes,
a writer struggling for words,
to paint the world,
in canvas of never seen words,

But the glass,
is a deceiving perception,
it makes us see,
Either
What we don’t have,
or what we need,
never it shows,
the real me.

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Paper-Boat

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Sitting in a coffee shop,
with a beautiful book to read,
seeing the raindrops falling,
all over the leaves,

through the fogged mirror,
something catches my attention,
a little girl rushes in the rain,
with such utter excitement,

she sits at the pavements,
and sails the paper boat,
that glides over the rain tide,
with no one aboard,

the girl sees the boat,
till it’s out of sight,
sighed a beautiful prayer,
with all faith in her might,

and I sit and wonder,
where did we fall apart?,
turning the pages of books,
is that what we really are?

she saw me sitting inside,
signaled me to join,
I learned the paper-boat again,
indeed it sailed pretty fine.

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He would be back

broken frame,
glass on the floor,
a letter unopened,
tears echoed,
for someone,
who said he would be back,
to read the night stories,
to play the games,
to take all camp side,
one sunny day,
But that day he became,
part of earth,
with clouds of tears,
thunders of disgust,
they all ask how it happened,
she now says proudly,
killed in action.

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The Window

Drops falling in murderous cold,
glass fogged with no repose,
I look for someone with eyes wandering,
in distant places,in memories haunting,

I look as far as I can see,
for any shadow,for any imagery,
that took my breath away few years back,
now she haunts me with every exhalation I have.

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Welcome to the Society !!

Welcome you to our society, the society whose customs and thinkings are unparalleled to some extent. I have been living and being told to be amicable to these people on various occasions and this a summary of some of the funny observations I have made of the present society we live in :-

1) Be Accepted or make yourself :-

Your first step towards society is to make yourself acceptable towards society no matter what you have to do, they got Ferrari’s, no problem you need to buy the Lamborghini’s. They celebrating Labours day, you need to celebrate to. They sending their child to Harvard, why can’t your child go?

2) Passion is accountable, untill it pays :-

Passion is something drives you throughout the day, I have seen painters,writers,sculptures, waking everyday to new ideas and working towards the ways to achieve it. But in the end you should try to follow it untill and unless it has potential to drive and sustain your present/future family. It’s similar to using  the inner fire to light the woods to make food for the entire family.Funny isn’t it?

3) Love? Why not? Untill the family loves her.. :-

The ultimate blow comes when you have to make each and everyone in the house to convince the person you want to spend your life with is perfect for each and everyone living member which might include your pets. Secondly even all the so so distant member of her family should be acceptable.

4) Risk is a Child’s play, you are not a child anymore :-

Having Risk is a straight no-no, the unsaid holy laws of acceptance of society prevents you to do so,it doesn’t matter if it includes starting your business or to decide the new restaurant you want to try this weekend.

5) You Talkback, I double Talkback you :-

You are not at all required to talkback to your elders on any matter anyhow. Why? The holy unsaid laws of the society prohibits you to do so. Whether you are right or not, you should not end up opening your mouth and being a heretic for breaking of this holy law .

6) School/College is the Future :-

No matter you like it there or not,no matter you learn something or not,no matter the pet eats your homework or not, you need to aimlessly devote your life there in  hope of an unwanted,misguided future that would support your family extinguishing the flames of passion in you.

These funny instances sometime lighten me , me thinking as to whether this was funny for me or is it same for all of you? Would love to hear you all..Comment your views.

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Voice Seeking Heaven.

Euthanasia or Mercy Killing is a highly debated issue,with people willing to die because they can't bear the excruciating sad life with no hopes left for better tomorrow.

Between the battles of life,
and triumphs of battles,
layed a voice so idle,
with no strength left,
no hopes for a miracle,
eyes wander as far as it can,
with bafflement unbearable,
armchair carries the body,
but soul refuses to stay,
in the confinement,
that is at rest since ages,
the purpose has been lost ,
and the hope is decaying,
it seems the bird flew close to the sun,
and got a great burning,

everyday the eyes try to see the stars,
wants to find the faults,
that made all stop,
eyes still,
looks for the star,
that is the destined one,
where the soul would rest,
once free,
not all souls seek an early heaven,
not all want to be free soon,
it is the scars that one can’t live with,
that makes destiny rot into memories,
death is not a fear now,
but a friend embracing arms,
that would let voice seek heaven,
and questions unanswered.

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