Tarun Sharma

It can happen to you
Suddenly the breeze around becomes new
It can be felt with in you
Suddenly a face come in to view
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i am not an artist
i am not interested either
but i am painting
since i got senses
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At dusk
few miles away
swaying her hands
in the fields of barley
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i guess
i don't have enough time
to tame the beautiful springs
round the globe
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When the leaves get absorb in to the sand
When the butterflies return to their home
When the defeated people put their hands on hand
When the tired sparrows stop chirping and do not roam
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FEW COINS IN MY HAND
EVERY THING FALLING DOWN LIKE SAND
DISTANCE GETTING LARGE BETWEEN US
SILENCE ONLY TO SPEAK BETWEEN US
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i don't know, but
like the every year
it's not the same december
like others that passed away
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i pressed my knees
against the chest
hard and harder
the hold of my hands
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No bird sing well today
The flowers aren't attracting anymore
No friend to talk about today
The work isn't interesting anymore
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Life never goes smooth
neither stops nor run
but you can do them both
either stop or run
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Woke up by singing mother
Sitting in the lap of father
Enjoying the warmth in granny's arms
I feel delightful
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so many competitions
success and failures
run, chase that never ends
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Friends ask me my well being
Parents wish me everything

I have got all the thing
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COME OH SISTER!
LET'S PLAY
YOU CAN'T FEEL
HOW LONG I WAIT
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I always wished to be a sailor
to sail miles away in water
I sailed for long to markets
to sell clothes and handicrafts
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I daily take a new road
With full zeal as ever told
So many tours that started
Never completed!
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think
of dark woods somewhere on equator
pupil sitting at the porches of huts
sweating, perspiring
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slowly blowin wind
playing with brown leaves
took me to a muddy path
accompanied with blossoms
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time comes
that you want peace
it happens
you want to run out of these
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When camps will be there
I will find my divine friend
and people will come closer
I will also hold her hand
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