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As the morning songs initiate with singers of feathers,
As the hellish darkness calms with sunrays of answers,
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Their hungry eyes plead
Echoes of loss and despair-
No one hears their cries
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What withers will bloom
What's lost shall also return-
Tears shed will yet smile
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'Your songs are the reflection of your soul' and you know what?
You can't be more right!
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He asks me, what is humanity? I tell him;
We are as vast as a field of meadow,
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A note of 10 rupees flies through the damp sky,
Perhaps some well-to-do might have dropped it,
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Another day in the Almanac of sadness,
Another day of spins in whirls of madness,
Echoes of distress are buzzing louder and louder.
The faith gets bleaker; the Devil in me grows prouder and prouder.
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I picture myself in a realm of love and grace,
With my beloved- away from this society's ties,
I picture waking each morning in your warm embrace,
Share a deep kiss whilst staring into your eyes.
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She's stripped off of her jewel,
Her roots burnt- Her cries; petrified,
She gives life and we take too much.
Her gifts; unfurled and pain implied,
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You ran along the lush green garden with your hair flinging along the lines of air like soaring kites.
My mind was stuck in a whirlwind while you anchored me with your touch.
You held my hand and locked my fingers within yours.
All I could see was your crescent smile, your fleeting dimples softening like shadows at dusk. As the wind crossed us it left a cold longing within our hearts that was hard to name.
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As prismarine rivers flow beneath mighty mountains- Uncharted by nature and resolute by force,
We Gurungs, with hearts that burn like amber,
Set out on life's unpredictable course.
Symbolised by a Sheep and steadfast as it's horns,
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In the sky as the children gazed,
They saw not a prism of rainbow
But balls of fire-
Burning orange, reeking of death.
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I once was a pirate, terror at sea
Sailed past all currents, tamed the fiercest beasts,
Kissed the wild waves, achieved unmatched feats
Mortals shivered, the o-cean; scared of me!
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An ounce of love purifies an ocean of hatred A pinch of kindness refines a heap of crassness A spoonful of wiseness provokes a generation of ignorance)
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A Day In The Un-Urbanised
As the morning songs initiate with singers of feathers,
As the hellish darkness calms with sunrays of answers,
Comes a beautiful new day in the un-urbanized,
The father with his sickle goes on to fetch green to his beloved,
The mother wakes up in devotion and chants mystical speeches
The children wake up with energy of a lifetime
Enough to get them through their carefree lifeline,
The people here are simple not bothered by Mondays,
Nor are they very happy when there are Sundays,
The birds still chirping, the streams still flowing,
Children with their silly little games, above them the sun still glowing,
People from the country are bored, no TV, no network,
The Villagers instruct them to keep their worries aside
And enjoy the organic meal prepared
Enjoy the carefree environment before the troubles reappear
With a sip of water that's sweeter than life
They carry on their silent relationship with their wife,
Life here is different, time works strange,
Afternoons are silent- could one be deranged!
A spider likes the one seen on TV lurks from the corner,
In the garden a snake, quite venomous is noticed,
The elder with one courageous might sweeps off the snake
The on lookers are awestruck, taken back by his might,
An hour in the afternoon is like an asylum
So Silent, everyone sleeps due to the heat waves,
The sound of chainsaws are heard in the distance,
Could deforestation be marching?
The sound of engines roaring,
Could the corporate be lurking?
To "modify" the landscape and make it more "mainstream"?
They'd destroy the peace here with a showcase of their money,
Deploying clouds of steel over what was once sunny!
The shining orb of the night returns after her shift,
The Sun with it's protruding glamour leaves the scene,
The children scatter from the trees and hurry back home,
The elders with their "doko" full of green currency retreat,
In the end, the silence abrupt the call!
Perhaps, it's now the Owl's turn to howl!
A Beautiful Day in Heaven comes to a halt….
A Beautiful Day in Heaven comes to a halt….
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An ounce of love purifies an ocean of hatred, A pinch of kindness refines a heap of crassness, A spoonful of wiseness provokes a generation of ignorance
In the wild, it's not the lions that endure, but the wolves that thrive.'
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