The alleys are engulfed by the mist
What lies beyond could be an intriguing mystery.
Light is of little help.
Shadows amplify the obscurity.
An eerie atmosphere prevails
like that in an Edgar Allan Poe’s story.

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As the seasons transition,
I wonder about Autumn.
Neither do I need to run away
from the Sun nor do I need to go in search of it.
The air doesn’t feel frigid but balmy.
But how short is this season of wonder.
In the midst of ‘Fall’ begins the freezing Winter.

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Sometimes,
human emotions are oblique.
Concealed behind the cloud of pretence.
Forcing out words that eventually
make people believe
in a make-believe.

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When the mind is engulfed
by the dust cloud of
false beliefs,
darkness prevails.
Humans are clobbered
to death, families are shattered
and cadaverous faces
appear on the alleys
echoing harrowing tales
of their ordeals.
How dangerous can
faith turn out to be,
if it isn’t practiced
in good faith.

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Perhaps, the ‘Pasta’ that
I had prepared
on a whim,
already knew the hymn:
‘It’s going to Rome.’

Italy wins!

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we let the fireflies glow in a sky, which otherwise, has been veiled by mists of fear, doubt, agony and overpowering thoughts.
Once the fear subsides, we can witness how diminished darkness has become.

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I have been blessed
by some of you,
beautiful in sarees and
dangling earrings,
in the course of life.
To be honest, I have never
judged any of them as unusual.
I have always perceived them
as human as anybody can ever be.
How can laws define what’s normal/strange?
After all, we are all normal
with eccentricities at
the same time.

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When words stab you.
Write it down.

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When river of conversations
were asked to stop the flow,
I felt the imbalance of emotions
piercing me, as I realised that
the person I adore so much
would no longer be there in any form.
Immersed in thoughts,
that seem indelible, I wonder:
The moments that felt palpable
to me, why were they so transient.
Why can’t people who are dear
just be around!
It’s not easy to escape thoughts
borne out of certain selective bonds.

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That haunting line from him
and everything came
to a standstill.
I wish it was written
just by a magical brush
which I could erase anytime;
but no it was like a permanent ink;
real and defined,
wrenching my heart as much as it could,
splattering droplets from my eyes.
I still don’t know how would I endure
this complex wreckage in my heart.

Endings don’t mean people fade.

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