Ensconced between the pages
lie some bookmarks self designed
painted or even stitched on fabric tags
to break the speed of my thoughts or reads
A bookmark -my loyal friend through
my solitary journey across the dunes
the twists and turns the joys and sorrows
making me stop and ponder along the way
My favourite is a silken tag with Rumi's eternal lines:"Half of my life is lost in charming others
the other half is lost through anxieties caused by others..."!

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Ensconced lovingly between the pages of my books lie some bookmarks proudly preserved self designed painted and even
Stitched in silk fabrics..
A bookmark my loyal friend and companion through my solitary journeys across the dunes the twists and turns the ups and downs of life..making me stop and ponder along the way..
My favourite has the immortal words of Rumi"Half of life is lost in charming others..The other half is lost through anxieties caused by others..."

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Words etched in the depth of my heart
Haunting humiliating deafening words of
love and affection anger depression
Ascending the staircase of awareness
Softly creeping clutching the voice
unable to emote or vocalise stifling
under debris of choking thoughts
Throttling to death life growing wild
no right to live ere it's birth
a seed quashed multifold
a quiet connection
between what we say and don't
A tempest rages within but
calm and stoic outside
Words shunned in exile not worthwhile
What if...To say or not to say?
Let it be...it's best left unsaid...

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friends to talk to or spend
meaningful time with...

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Exercising his franchise with
Love and pride he trudges to the
Election booth with his I-card and
Comes out with a mark on his
Thumb proof of his
Identity and having done
One's duty as a citizen a
Native and citizen of thecountry

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I got lost in mine...

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I became entangled in them
so profoundly that it was Impossible
for me to unravel myself from you

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It lay betwixt the pages brown creased and faded
An old photograph of two happy faces fair chubby golden haired..Two little children sunning in the morning air sitting in a cane chair laughing in the sun she holding him with sisterly pride and he holding her with a sunny smile Tracing his face with her fingers holding back traces of tears and pain
Memories of running in the grass
chasing cows on his behalf
to hear his gurgling laugh
She breathed "oh R! my R!" For it was soon after this that he breathed his last
a little boy just two years old..
It was just an old photograph with some old undying memories...

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Roll back the distance and come back close to me
It's not the miles that keep us apart but the thoughts that creep and cram into our minds
and the feelings and emotions that keep rewinding getting stuck in grooves and backyards
the gap that wedges itself into your thoughts and mine
Don't let distance cozy itself between us keep your head against my chest and feel the beatings of my heart
our eyes made love long before we saw each other so new so raw yet so tender
I think I knew you my whole life and will ever after!

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Voluntary service should be
Over and above petty politics
Together with abdication of political aspirations and
Expectations of position and power

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