Ankur Shrivastava

In an unending night,
You looked out of your window,
A dim star I was,
But your gaze gave me light.
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Let me take a break,
Under this barren copper colored sky,
Bellow this red hot burning Sun.
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I look back
To see crowded roads
I left long ago,
Friends who deserted me
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My love dwells in your heart
Like a baby in the womb
Of surrogate mother,
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I missed you,
Just as I turned back,
After saying goodbye,
I remembered your smile.
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A rainbow washed away,
In a torrid rain.
An urge to fly
With clipped wings.
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Morning...
We wake up together.
Your warm breath,
Falling on my neck..
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He hangs around the same river,
Still tosses a pebble,
And looks for the ripples,
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The moon gazer held her hand,
As the night was about to end.
He prayed hopelessly
To hold back the last moments of night.
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We will meet again
After a long time perhaps,
But for just one moment
We will meet for sure.
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I am a joker
with a smiling mask,
not a magician
but almost as amusing.
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Neither the way I pretend
Nor what I seem,
I am nothing but a dream..
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You remember that tube-well?
How I filled my little bucket,
And we sprayed all the water around,
A bucket full of joy.
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You wrote a lovely poem
And threw it away,
Just because it didn’t rhyme?
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They walked together on the seaside
to see the sun rise,
his eyes were still sleepy
like he was walking in sleep
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Two eyes awake in pain,
Beads of tears dead.
Dreams lie quiet, afraid, still.
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You may have seen nightmares
And woken up screaming.
Last night I woke up
To see the worst nightmare
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I refuse to smile,
No, I can’t,
I am sad, I don’t feel cheerful.
Smile is the expression of bliss.
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The cuckoo responds to the return of spring
From the sweet smelling mango trees.
Or, perhaps the spring comes back
On the soulful call of little cuckoo.
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A poem without my signature,
Written some forgotten day.

In a race called life,
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