Nikunj Sharma

Wrapped carefully in words, feelings
travel across the miles. Edgy fingers;
wait to kiss the heart of keyboard,
mindful of space bar.
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Branches reaching out for us
Extended arms in embrace
Birds nesting everywhere
She stands tall with grace
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Bubbles surface; disrupt the calm
The mind can't find, the key to
the heart's vault, where desires
tempests echo.
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One day when the sun shall rise
and the world's short of a pair
of eyes. Someone negotiates
the price of wood in shambles.
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A sea of defunct toys
Canvas of walls smeared
with colors of joy;
patterns of art;
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My first words are forgotten
Just as the first step I took years ago
As the tire marks in the rear vision
fail to attract anymore
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May smiles be the link;
Between you and me.
May smiles be the spirit.
That sets us free
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The wind carries soft whispers
that winter has preserves for me.
The morning sun opens its eyes,
Rays struggle to see through the fog.
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The dentist's voice echoed
from the valley of bicuspid.
Unseen, insignificant roots
that held ground so far,
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I often sit alone and think,
brood over and speak to myself.
These small moments lift silence
within the self, do help.I stay.
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When you light a candle this year
Capture the spark in your eye
let it twinkle through the life
like a star pasted in the sky
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Soft hum dissolves into hypnotised air;
That surrounds the sleeping angel.
Sweetened breaths travel the nasal freeway;
As the hum transforms into silent beats.
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Burried in the pages, I struggle
to breathe; Sticking my neck out
half dead; From my grave
a chapter half read
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The stars shall shine little longer
tonight, little brighter as well, for they
need to match the spark of her eyes. The
flowers ' fragrance shall have to live
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Through the corner of her eye
she catches me, fumbling with
my blackberry's key. Taps on my
shoulder; says, “ Pop - I am here”.
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buying dreams was easy for me too
Just signed up a loan
; leveraged and bought all;
Cheap money could buy..
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See
her smile;
watch
her think;
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I create and destroy
I am the wheel sunk in the mud
I am the path and the clouded dust
I am you
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The eyes that spoke one day
are silent now, like a limpid moon
that has lost it's motion
to a dark flying monster.
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Little painter in my home;
Standing, sitting, thinking alone.
With colors she does create;
Deep thoughts that permeate;
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