A little insect
That creeps and crawls desperately...
Misled by mirages,
Overwhelmed by transitory happiness,
...
I do not know who she is
Whose faint footprints in dreams I see;
But I feel her fragnance in every breeze
That moves around and kisses me....
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When tears true trickle down,
The house resembles a conquered town;
Despite the dazzle, the festive air...
Prepared for the farewell of the lady fair.
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Half-an-inch away from death..
Lies d sloppy road of life
Thin like thread, oft, brief as a breath
Yet mysterious like d smile of a wife...
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(Dedicated to Mother India & the martyrs of d Freedom struggle)
I owe to U, O Legends,
Each dropp of blood in me..
Each breath, my soul, my heart-
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Donot look for me in the lanes of happiness...
Because I have rented a room in the slums of loneliness;
Where I hear my own stories
& share myself- my woes & worries.
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If you ask me
Why do I indulge in poetry?
Why do I spend endless hours
In search of apt words
...
Have you ever ruined
Somebody's hardwork?
I have, rather unintensionally,
Ended someone's efforts & expectations.
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My tears fall on the body of the paper
And themselves write woeful poems.
I only decipher them.
So praise me not for what I write
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If you ever step into this dark chamber of mine,
You will discover
Relics of that relished love.
Your letters, your gifts, wilted-unsmelling-roses
...