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I Saw…

I am lost to that extent
Even I don’t know, who am I?
When I saw death passing near by me
I felt in me that I am alive
Life is not an elixir, that I could drink
But the cup of death had to be taken by every one
The tears in eyes are witnessing something of us
As if it is either helplessness or deep sadness
I even myself could never know the condition of my heart
Why then should I sneak in other hearts?
It is true, hearts are where God lives
Which way the heart would turn, nothing of this world know
I just heaped some words in me
My lips uttered the words but my heart spoke something else
The is no other greatest helplessness as of before death
That life passed away and no chance is left
But the forgetfulness of God is, even more, greater helplessness
That life is there, but chances are taken away
I just kept wondering and wondering and ended up looking myself
Unthankful of these favors by Him, I saw a person in myself  

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CRUMBLED

I write and then erase
The emotions are hell-bent to leave with the ink
But when I see them written, I again scratch them off
As people will see them
merely as words
questioning and raising their doubts
But who is there to understand the meaning they contain
related to my feelings

Crumbled papers have surrounded me
And in their silent presence
lie the engraved sprinkles of my emotions
I leave my chair and put the blanket over my head
Pretending to myself that I am sleeping and anonymous to the surroundings
soon that pretension erodes
I, again get lost in my emotions
This restlessness and discomposure has a voice, that is striking the walls
And when I take off the blanket of my head
I see words crawling
I get up and rub them with my palms to erase them all
But only the white paint adhere between the lines of my hand

I imagine, burning all the pages
But again reality slays my imagination to recognize
this all is deeply embedded in my heart
Now, my reticent feelings are silently screaming
In my restless sleep, they keep violently dreaming
Searching in myself my words
To free them from my fingertips
my ink of restlessness kept inside me
wants to be addressed
I write and then erase
Crumble the paper and throw
In a silent heap of silent emotions, where it belongs

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SEPARATION

A lonely bird flying in my chest
Pecking my memories, flying back to its nest
Heaping them for the winter, about to come

I am walking down the lane
To see the setting sun
Kissing those remaining sun rays, breathing their last

I remember that window and its glass
Reflecting your face in my eyes
Now left in me, just the deep down sighs
I keep laughing when I cry
unfamiliar with this smile, bringing down the tears
You never came to rescue, when my heart was burning

Not your fault, because you never knew
My words are now left in the grave of my heart
Sometimes I visit them and stand for a while
Again I would see that lonely bird
searching for the same memories
but
I am now habitual with the pain of separation

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ATTRACTIVE BUT UGLY

I waited
for some time
scambling the words in the brain
but always came short
a fort built around the heart
was not letting me go
to travel beyond the walls of the world
felt only what I saw in the cage
writing their lines on the page
freedom was a lie
mouths were speaking big and hands were folded
lies were creatively molded
fixing into ongoing series of brands
ones who withstood got canned
the majority were living in the dreamland
crunched and limited
becoming the new lifestyle
they wore gorgeously but remained faceless
lips were buzzing like the mosquitoes
what else could have happened
when hearts were stranded
face never depicted the person he was
glowing outside but tanned inside

so were my words
reading beautiful but felt little
like the world around
attractive but ugly

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SPAN OF LOVE

span

Span of Love

the span of love between our wait
so let this be another beautiful day
searching you in the moments
beyond time and space

Being lost makes me reach you
and your eyes reflect a world within
I just want to stand
and see your hidden face
behind that mysterious veil
every beat resonates me
and your beat plays the string
inducing the melody of secrecy
in me deep and of cosmic proportions
static and forgetful I remain
discovering an ocean of emotions
tides hitting me in the moonlight
delivering me to shore in the morning
scorching sun opening my eyes
to see the desert left for me
desert with roses
showing me the new direction

this span is mysterious
so is it the span of love

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LOST FRIEND

LOST FRIEND

O my friend
In the grave
Do my tears reach your way
Conveying my words
Across the barrier
Of soil layer
I long to see your face
To play with you
While you run and I chase
But you ran too far from me
And too soon disappeared in the heaven
Leaving me alone in the world
With your memories and says

I remember our road to school
Making it late to reach back home
I thought no one could take you away
Those bullets
pierced not even your skin
But our friendship too
And separated our ways
You as a martyr and me as a living dead

These tyrants may be enjoying, laughing and dancing
But they don’t know
Your blood will be their nightmare
When I saw your face
Before they took you to the resting place
All those years that we spend
Just ended on those lips
Though they were lifeless
But they were telling me
Our tales of friendship

You gave your life to this struggle
Giving life to our dead hearts
You had in you a priceless thing
The blood of the revolution
I believe the day will come
The day of resurrection
On that day no one could separate us
Because death will be also dead

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FORGETFULNESS

FORGETFULNESS

You were not there before you were born
You will not be there after your death
You are just in between them
Forgetful of both of them

Every moment to come, project flash in our mind
We gravely pretend  to ourselves, surely to be there living
Being in a state of extreme certainty, forgetting the truth of uncertainty
Not our fault, we have lived that way all along

Who? Why? Where? Are always there hidden questions
Which we ask ourselves when the world around switch off her lights
When she again shines, we forget even our existence
Why should we blame her? When we ourselves are forgetful of us

Graves in graveyards are like words in a letter
Reading to us the same
When we came
We were like you
When you will leave
You will be like us
In between
Are you and your forgetfulness

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SOMEONE FAR AWAY

SOMEONE FAR AWAY

I will be again someone far away
From your sight and heart inside you
That’s how you have accepted me to be
A shadow which only exists
When light from your forgotten beats
For me enlighten my dying memories in you
Then again it fades away
As if it is again like someone far away
When I will come back to the town
I will keep hiding my face
Even from the glasses of the windows
For you not to see
But would it matter then?
Because you would have already forgotten me
Like someone far away
I will take my shadow back with me
To listen to its epic tales of separation
Maybe then I will understand the reasons
Of these forgetful stories
Now, I alone write these words and read them
Because my heart is very heavy, carrying these unknown feelings
So I keep scattering them among these lines
And my shadow cover them to give them meaning
But I remain the same for you
Someone far away