anurag chaudhary

Revolts of all kind
Battles going in mind
Thoughts making you suffer
Whole world looks duffer
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One fine day,
Sitting by the bay,
A young cloud with frown on his face
Asked the sea snoring at a fine pace,
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It was the spring time
Birds were humming their rhymes
Sitting somewhere on the tree of lime
For living, the ideal time
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When the tired sun groaned
And the moon just yawned
They were behind the cloudy curtains
Exchanging their places, up in the Eden.
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Remembrance is an important thing my friend
It lets you know the world from its beginning to the end
It’s about the histories and the sciences
Or just about our own consciences
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Once upon a time the river used to have a sibling
They both used to play games and dribblings
Oh! but did I tell u her name
That’s why masses call me lame
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It sometimes happen as such,
People don’t care for you much

Enraged, thrilled, you roll up your fists
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Every day I pass by
I see a gallery passing all along the roads I walk
No matter where I go and where I reach
It is there all through my custom
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Years to come will have some stranger looking days
A past behind, a future looking at our face
Things which were said will be memories
And words between the lines will make us feel sorry
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A little while ago, in the coverts of hounds
An anonymous art has been found
Scholars from over the globe are coming to claim
To put it in the books by their name
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Behind the golden paths they tread
Beyond the fairytales they read
There is a world on its own
And believe me it’s the only one
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One pale winter morrow,
A man was trying to sleep draping all his quilts
Oh it was so cold and sun was so lukewarm
The unsuccessful poor man was out of all his wits.
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Trapped in its mud pot
Alone in the crowded lot
The essence screams, bawls
To an unknown messiah, it calls
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There are a few such morrows
When the sun rises but rays don’t come to you
When you don’t know exactly what to do
When you feel annihilated suffocated
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Standing by one noisy Monday traffic
He goes easily unnoticed chewing on his paan
Waiting for a bus to stop, a horn to blow
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He had voluntarily retired from his profession a little while ago
Indulged in his much deserved nap
Being the creator and the guardian though
He still had a few duties, responsibilities to look after
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Through the smeared street where he lives,
Letting his absence discrete from Ma,
He scurries his way out to the Bazaar
Ah! The Bazaar! Where resides his heaven!
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Strolling back to my hut
Passing by the trees of coconut
I realized the importance
Of my ignorance
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