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Silence

Wise men have time again advocated  that ‘Silence is golden.’ When we practice silence , we try to hear our inner voice . It is a vigorous routine to practice silence everyday. And people go to lengths to cultivate that habit even going for a silent retreat.

But in a relationship when people become silent, it heralds its end. A poem which reflects that feeling. Never underestimate silence because mostly it signifies the death of an agonizing relationship.

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Silence ,

That lie between the words

Amidst a room full of chaos

Between You and Me

Silence ,

That spirals like a scathing demon

Munching on unbridled laughter

Ready to engulf those sweet memories

Silence ,

Waiting to fill the voids

No words to complain or endearment

Stale and dying , scathing with nothingness

Silence ,

Like an taut wild vine

Spiraling in our lives

Sealing the death of our relationship.

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A flight of stairs

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Every day I take this flight of stairs

I climb fast and tumble down

I gasp , I admire the beauty on the way

But I wonder why I tumble down?

 

When I see people tagging along

I  rejoice that it leads to some new adventure

For some stay and some disappear

But we weave memories along the way

 

For when we dream , we can be whatever we want

I can be a star , a cloud or the wind

I can be a song or the moonlight

And even the smile that plays on everyone’s lips

 

I  take this flight of stairs

In my dreams , To hinterland

I realize  whether I climb up or tumble down

I see a new vista every time.

 

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Where Shall We meet?

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Where Shall We Meet?

When I see the sky

Do you gaze too?

And do you see the same colors?

The same vagrancy

 

And when the breeze blows

Do you smell the same flowers?

When the birds sing the morning song

Do you hear the same notes?

 

And when the flowers dance

In the eternal love

Does your heart prance too?

As the leaves tremble in the first rain

 

Sometimes when I walk alone

And memories of you come knocking

I wonder where we will meet

Here or in thoughts we converge?

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Truly Alive

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When I wake up in the morning
My son sleeping besides
Innocent and pious
I remember my blessings
 
A walk by the lake
And watching the sun
Spread the colors of life
I thank God for the new morning
 
The birds and the bees
They sing and hum
I hear their music
And all my weariness fades away
 
In the siesta
When dear ones call
And they laugh on my stories
I feel gratified
 
When I write
And my words inspire
Finds a way in the reader’s heart
I feel truly alive.

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