Sanjeev Nanda

A little girl needs Daddy
For many, many things:
Like holding her high off the ground
Where the sunlight sings!
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The sun it shines, regardless,
The grass it grows, oblivious,
The water it sits, fathomless.
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You gives us
Stepping stones to the stars
Your love is unconditional
Your heart has no bars
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The best part of everyone's life
Yes, it's our school life!
We start with school as a little one
I remember it all, Oh! Yes I do...
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Frowning in my sleep,
Eyes too numb to know.
Can't contain the empty,
Demons start to show.
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The whole week I toil, any more I shan't
I seek recourse, homely chores I can't
do when I'm home finally, making sense
of this whole week I wiled away unwillingly
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I cup my eyes through diseases
one affects my soul one affects my life
I cannot bear the pain of any one
Take my body, take my mind,
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Don't call my name, I wont answer
Don't call my name, I wont reply.
I've left all worldly belongings
None of what I had has crossed to this plane
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Across ponds and valleys,
I love building bridges.
Such a noble task to close a gap.
There is no task more noble.
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Sigh!
The end is nigh, I call feel it in my bones
I can feel the bomb ticking, until it implodes.
As paranoia sets a timer to the sunrise,
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A photographer's lens is never settled of dust
The shutter is always clicking.
Everything is a picture,
waiting to be encapsulated into one.
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A breeze winds up, how can I not feel relaxed?
The turning seasons have brought forth spring
I have no option but to submissively give in
There is no better time to nap and while
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To be a bird, and catch a butterfly by the talons
To be a free spirit, and pounce on the unseemly
Oh, how great I must be!
Wilful and strong, and free
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A old woman, I saw
kept walking in the blitz of the sun
in the middle of June.
No space on her, unwrinkled
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A bag packed,
I'm half-foot already out.
My mother stops me half-way
she said I forgot my favorite toy
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The Self is a wonderful place
showered with glorious praise and appraisal
The self is a beautiful vase
watch from afar, tread lightly, don't touch
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The end is closer than the beginning
I've given up regretting
the losses I've seen in my youth
the misgivings that remained obtuse
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There is a voice calling me
from the depths of the valley deep
there is nothing for me to bring back
I should descend into the madness deep
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Facebook has done us no favors, and neither has Zuckerberg
We're enjoying an endless loop of posts and re-posts,
We've become content, and reduced down to likes
A world of checking and re-checking the website
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Charlie Chaplin has an iconic walk; his bow-legged buffoonery puts the smile on many

His innocent smile, his miscreant laughter in silence,
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