Visions I see
Too many to forsee
Different they are in color and spirit
Shocking and Glaring
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A MidSummer Night's Rain
Mother nature gets her act together
The Cool breeze, the Strong winds
Chirping Birds hurrying to their abode
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Love takes a different road
the land mines and volcanos
Sweet melody to the ears
like a rock with solitude
...
Floating away to a different Shore
Trying to find a foothold
Purpose defies logic
Logic Defies World Order
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Walking down the hospital corridors
Startled and terrified
The feeling hasn't sunk in
Sulking like a little boy without Milk
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Driven by passion and ardor
He strived for success and glory
Hardwork and intensity are what he put forward
Honesty and integrity are what he believed in
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Eyes wide shut, waiting for Dreams to unveil
There I stood, Waiting near the arena gates
Activity beckons at the center of the Colosseum Arena
Loud roars around, chanting Slogans and fouls
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my past, my past, my past
where does my future lie
Once strong, firm and courageous
Pale, sad and weak today
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Journey or Travel
Rope or Wire
King or Dictator
Real or reel
...
Waves moved across me
Setting up currents of joy never imagined
Magnitude & novelty seems unreal
But then I wake up to see the butterflies
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Lost in the desert dunes
Wind blowing across my face
Taking away some part of me
The feet sunken in sand
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I am Not a Poet.. I write because I enjoy every moment I spent on it.. Its a Joy to Write...)
Dreams, I Said No To
Visions I see
Too many to forsee
Different they are in color and spirit
Shocking and Glaring
One connecting the other in some way
sleepless nights
collision & fright
trying to figure out the chord
As I wondered
if it was a missed call
From up Above
To convey a message from the actual call!
But again it was too Much to wield
A far cry for a mediocre Soul
All I wished was for it to fade away
And When it finally did
It felt like treason to thee
I miss those nights
Filled with adventure and mystery
Wonder and Horror
Reasons to stay true
And bid reality adieu
Well, Here I wait for a new forecast
Till then Roses are Blue, Violets are pink
Where moments are true with Lather and brink!
read all your poems nice good imaginations and fine words make it very intresting keep up the good work like to read more of your lines in the coming days vijay menon [email protected]