The dusted memory lane
Left somewhere in the time
Crossed her way again,
The sky is still coloured red
With the strokes from
The setting star.
The steps weren't easy to take,
The feet weren't curbed
But the hands longed to be held.
That first time,
Her had found the words
Are wandering now.
Trees are the only listeners left.
The wind has lost its aura
But she could sense the marks
Still there.
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The setting sun ran along me
Like a lover for his beloved
Seeing her the last time
To bid adieu.
The trees, mounts, bridges and banks
made reflections on the rippled river,
It beseemed as the flashes of
Moments and memories.
I held my fist as if
Capturing the time in it,
But the driver of my caravan
Didn't allow.-
I fear you, that reside inside
Who laugh on my wet eyes
Your screams curb my lips
You sob when they smile.
I am filled by you yet so empty
What is so heavy and vacant in me
You squeeze life out of my wings at dusk
But push me to hover in the morn.
You bewield my hands and feet
Do you dwell in my heart or soul?
Is this you holding pen and laughing,
Or it's just my head that shelter you?
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The mirrory face
Now turned around
Reflecting face buried deep
The opaque and obtuse shown.
The light of moon
Or the gloom of night
Rejoices the lucidity
Of hidden stream.
Morn never hears
the innocent beats
Of the hollow woodwind,
Only the twinkling ones resonate.
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I came from the burning season
Hiding here behind the bark,
Time yearns for the weird encounter
Of packing summer and
The Unrolling winter.
Greens await the fall to bid adieu.
It's the time of dusk
And my ears long for
The crinkling of red maple leaves,
These singing beings miss their homes
And nature longs to reveal.
Let the fall befall.-
The broken parts that night took away
Would the morn bring them back ?
The scars that the dark cherished
Would the dawn colour them anew?
Only the eyes feel sleepy
Where is the compatibility lost ?-
Tears got dried
And
The eyes are paining
Like the cracks
Of a dried stream. . .-
The pain in me burns
And the dazzle
Reflects on my face
The wounds inside
Are bleeding
And my face blushes
The mountain
Over my heart
And I feel
My eyes heavy . . .
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