Learn the rules, the wise one said
And so I embarked my journey of discovery
Traced the lines of traditional art
But books are my friendliest enemy
Young blood with abundant energy
My feet took me to sports and dancing
Helped me through dawn to dusk
But sunshine in the darkest hour was lacking
A call to break free and spread some words
The pitch black notebook finally settled
Mastering the craft and honing every part
To pen thoughts with the whitest ink I fancied
A courage to follow my dreams
Wherever they may lead, I’ll exist
To turn it into a hot sheet of flame
With a hope to break them like an artist!

~Yogesh

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Love is loss
A loss of all my poems
All that you shared
And escaped in my lone moments
I could have held you tight there
But this loss was meant to be right here
My dreams make me cry
So I kept up writing till four
It made me high
High on all my life lows
I saw myself burning in lack of care
Hopeless desire of a last stare
Love is loss
A loss of my old soul
But when I feel sunshine and rainbows
I am closer to you!

~ Yogesh

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I really want to hold your hand
Live again my childhood if I can
I dreamt of a distant land where you belong
Can I learn to live the same dreams again
Someone texted me after a month of getting seen
Asked how have you been settling in
It’s been more than a month of madness
I know you have felt too what I’ve been going through
I hate this city life where I’m no longer a child
Crazy enough to believe that even I could feel so shy
To talk to people I know, to smile at strangers as they go
And dance around in the streets like nobody knows
But wait
Can you hold me back cause I’m bleeding now
And it’s still not the end of it!

~ Yogesh

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She is now stuck in a city where she wished to settle once. The city with it’s restless nights, cacophony of sounds, and montage of faces, has become both a sanctuary and a maze.

There is a longing for change now, a desire to reshape the contours of her world. I think I want to change things around me - she whispers to herself. The words hanging in the air like a declaration to the universe.

Yet in the midst of this hustle, a sage like truth lingered in her consciousness - All you see is all you end up with. A reminder that her everyday encounters shaped the narrative of this alternate lifestyle. All these skyscrapers are a witness to her aspirations and the streets whispered tales of her journey.

Accepting the city’s unconventional heartbeat, she found solace and challenges, her dreams realised and illusions shattered. She embraced the journey of settling, recognising that it was not just about the external environment but an internal shift. A coming home to herself with a belief - The canvas is mine to paint and the story mine to tell!

~ Yogesh

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Off late, took a break
Having no thoughts in my mind
How have you been
Is a question that comes once in a while
Is it with care affection
Or a notorious question
Kind of living on the edge
Are you dead or alive
I’m on my way to the grave
You know how I’m feeing now
Gave up my smile, am I brave
You wonder am I a clown
There’s some fear or tension
No more in a room of attention
Like fading away in thin air
I’ll no longer be here!

~ Yogesh

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Waiting for the curious one, a story yet untold
The girl with a typewriter, ready for secrets to unfold
In a cafe named Candies, a small corner she took
Her second time there, visitors were already on the look
Sipping on berry lush, a sweet and vibrant brew
She listened to the tales, both of old and new
Her typewriter’s keys danced, in rhythm and rhyme
Crafting words of love and intention, each and every time
She met an old soul, appalled by love’s cruel twists
A poem of resilience, she painted hope in her midst
Then there was another, a heart burdened by loneliness
Her verses held a healing touch, a balm for his distress
In Candies warm embrace, her poems found a loving home
The art being loved, her creativity had grown
With each heartfelt talk, a connection was made
Typewriter talkies, her gift never to fade!

~Yogesh

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Beneath the branches of an ancient oak tree
A gentle breeze stirs the leaves above
Blessed by a starlit, moon kissed sky
The peace in nature’s silent love
In a quiet room with books talking
Whispers of knowledge make a rush
In this little world all are at rest
The comfort in library’s gentle hush
Hugging a newborn with a pounding heart
Rest at still and dreams finally meet
Two touch their love sitting across the cradle
The bliss in life’s best seat
From the rustling leaves to a baby’s sigh
In open libraries, the moments we witness
To inner serenity where our hearts can sway
The solace in subtlety and stillness!

~Yogesh

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Beneath the branches of an ancient oak tree
A gentle breeze stirs the leaves above
Blessed by a starlit, moon kissed sky
The peace in nature’s silent love
In a quiet room with books talking
Whispers of knowledge make a rush
In this little world all are at rest
The comfort in library’s gentle hush
Hugging a newborn with a pounding heart
Rest at still and dreams finally meet
Two touch their love sitting across the cradle
The bliss in life’s best seat
From the rustling leaves to a baby’s sigh
In open libraries, the moments we witness
To inner serenity where our hearts can sway
The solace in subtlety and stillness!

~Yogesh

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As the sun begins to bow, it’s nearly sunset time
The sea’s gentle whispers, takes over man’s little chime
Flights taking off, their destinations we bet
Guessing their names, a little thrill we get
Bubbles rise with colour in the evening’s air
Sand clings to our clothes, we don’t really care
Beneath the canvas of the sky, we find some delight
People dance and run, in the soft fading light
Beach football being played, under the starry night
They all seem the same, a captivating sight
Shoes in hand, we stroll along the shore
A distant land, and a thought to explore
With breeze so kind and friends who are there
Life feels perfect as we walk and share!

~Yogesh

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Did I miss a beat to be here
Or am I just crazy and lost somewhere
Will I get my moment in time
Is everyone doing just fine
Keeping up with lows and highs
Count on your stars and skies
You all can call me up at midday
Rant about your work stress
Text me up at late night
Tell me about your last fight
Trust me with your secret smiles
Be with me there for a while
Can you all give me a memory of care
I won't be there long enough to spill and share!

~Yogesh

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