a thought in everyone
to want an escape
from the daily running
from the unending hustle
like riding a motorcycle
with no brakes
yet, we all know
it's what living is
to retard it for a day
is like putting to rest
the revolving earth
where there're two sides
eternally filled with
one life and one death
breaks or brakes
is no fun at all
for the ones who
wanna test their limits

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a bottle of wine
water & ice mixed
who the hell invented
what a great legend idea
to let the crying souls whine
there's love, there's rage
there's anger,
a vigorous power,
a sip of madness
to forget a tragedy
creates one and stores
later in the life inventory
one that gets concentrated
only with aging
slowly stealing away
beautiful ages of time...

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heard an outburst
from my window
far at the end
of my lost street
guns firing full thrust
increasing the focus
killing the eyes instead
went a friend's home
and saw many a people
lost in a game
on the possessed phone
nothing stands usual
roaming for free wifi
ending in a free fall
from the building roof
where's the handwriting
when the hands
are now typing
nature's a seizure
heavily boozing
on and on a hangover
a daily routine
where's the beauty
that i awed slow & steady
a sucker for tradition
lost in this revised edition
of the technology world

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you came into my life
a walking tragedy
brought flowers by
made butterflies fly
in my crying heart
that a broken clay pot
turned a green art
the crushed love letters
that ever thought
they'd be read again
pieces of paper waste
sulking in a somber face
wet and dried in quiet sobs
you took em in your hands
unfolding a lost treasure
beat by beat
the electrocuted heart
pounded back again
waking me with a push
a living repaired mantelpiece
correction in time
the new energy that ponder in
what is this? i'm wondering
you held me soft
reassuring a recovering heart

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somedays
I doubt myself
I run wild
unbearably tense
to get back my mind mild
into the shadows
of the hiding sunset
I search for the calm
in the empty room
under the cot
or the dirty carpet
above the roof too
mostly ended up
blank, clawing down loping
bitter and hopeless
but at last, atleast
i found myself
in the spotlight of nature
the soothing armchair
that pours infinite love
in sun, rain and storm
life's the same
there'll be definitely storms
yet, you'll find the springing calm
while collapsing in
the nature's hugging arms...

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the long roaming
on early mornings
through the silent roads
busiest in daylight
the festive memories
of getting back to home
watching the now kids
on streets that
you've played once
the healthy food
sweet homely food
a special mommy food
the tasteful moments
in heart, still remains
throughout the trip
in a city bus
catching a window seat
with favorite song's playlist
back to work, heartless
as someday
somebody's imagining all these
dreaming of their little homes
but now locked up
at a far away job
on their own...

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a resolve,
can raise a legend
under the teacher's watch
climbing up another notch
the times of youth
as wasted as now
a note of hysteria
against your ideals
never at your disposal
in a life full of goals
we live in millions
in this modern millenia
few forgetting purpose
many running off course
and there's still
a rare breed lives
in this zeroing in crowd
to pick it all up
the unfinished reels
of your dreams...

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a soft fall of snow
evokes chill and glow
a rolled ball of snow
can be made into
Mr chunk's head & toe
as soft as it seems
so beautiful, all we dream
raining down in flaky gleam
is capable of a crisis
a little misstep
will definitely mess up
the longer the trekking
the more we are seeking
mowing mountain tops digging
those stone hard shoulders
we shake boulder by boulder
will reflect into sobs
the gloomy nature's sobs
later into an avalanche
of all that it costs
it's the same soft fall in snow
that carries the weight
of the crying boulder inside

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the weekend calls
to the nearest park
gathers it all
the caged out souls
released happiness hauls
naughty toddlers racing
tired parents chasing
for the working bachelor
who's toiling an outsider
the weekend's call
matters a lot
an hour long talking
after a week's longing
from a distant dark corner
a lockdown broken park
from an artist's hoping heart...

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the falling leaves
sun-kissed
dried & faded,
attractive, seeking attention?
not a thought, never
but i find it stranger
how none have felt it
the ones that are left
always unnoticed
the real beauty lies
not just in the colors
the shiny shaded flowers
where it also be seen
in the downstream
river of air
carrying & caressing
those floating leaves
gently making their way
for being manure
returning to mother
the buds of the future
life explained by nature
what a peace! what a bliss!
it's a losing broken leaf
the nature's masterpiece

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