Vidur Mohta

Surreptitiously the feeling crawled in,
Barricades and defenses failed,
The coldness of heart melted away,
Giving fuel to desires innate,
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The sojourn of sadness,
The sinking feeling abreast,
Loosing oneself in memories,
And not finding any rest.
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My innuendoes fall on deaf ears,
I hark back past fears,
The relic of the urge expressed,
Dressed in a suit of regret,
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The epilogue of life,
The ambivalence at peak,
The countenance of hate,
The mutiny increased,
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Idioms falter,
Speech diminishes,
Heart flutters,
Hidden wishes.
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Looking at the shards now scattered,
Of a life lived in anguish,
Simmering in the envisaged myriad,
Of amber colored pain,
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Years pass by,
Ferns grow tall,
Seasons change,
Yet I live on.
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Life lived in bliss,
Carefree and in remiss,
Under the false pretense,
That we dominate consequence,
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A dollop of sunshine,
In my pocket I carry,
With happiness beaming,
And a twitch caressing the lips,
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Titrations, Tribulations and Trepidation,
Feelings blanched into gumption,
Implanted despite the loud humdrum,
Of righteousness with exclamation.
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Sauntering a hope,
A simmering cloak,
A positive flow,
Harboring a glow,
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When your day would start with ‘Grey',
Exploring the dark epiphany that life is,
You need a figure, a friend, a confidant,
Who motivates you to see the light in a cave.
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Vagaries, we might think,
But a master-plan is always abreast,
Running the course as intended,
Envisioned at the throne in firmament,
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Singing the factitious tune,
Of a well adhered belief,
That two souls aren't connected,
Unless they add to the species.
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The morning breeze blew, with a stance,
Casting shadows of grievance,
The raging gust louder than life,
Painting an agonizing sight.
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Red like the cherry,
Juicy ripe and merry.

Dreamy fragrant rose,
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This notion of worth,
Something in dearth,

Inkling of trust,
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He wrote the lyrics,
Bright and full of elation,
I wondered whence came they?
I enjoy the rhyme,
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When I feel down, on the low,
No amount of cheer can get me to glow,
When each word seems a tirade,
Ears numb, and faces like charade.
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Feeling dejected, anguished or low,
Worried about who would accept you,
Or maybe someone who would not.
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