The quicksilver-emotions
Do not allow me
Even a moment
Of freedom from
...
there, there...down there
through a thicket of fog
beckoned a vacant boat
i fought through the fog
...
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Once upon a time
From the ashes
I was made to come alive
...
I don’t want to sleep so soon
Yesterday’s dream is still raw
...
many a time i wonder
what's freedom is all about
the world and i
are so much obsessed
...
the ebb and tide for once
froze as your deft hands
dealt with the sand particles
to carve my sculpture by the shore
...
The smell of sea
trespassed into your hair
Drawing a deep breath
I stood transfixed
...
born with the armour
that none can penetrate
death alone can shoot...
...
I with utmost care
Place this tear
On the funeral pyre
Don't look down
...
before you know
i'll be gone from this world
and so from your world too
like a whiff of smoke
...