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My heart drifts to a place far too away,
My legs yet goes to a journey of home,
As I walk in heavy steps,
The place seems far too distant!

Oh! wind, where do you go?
Or is your journey, somewhere you long not to blow?
To north I head, you blow to south,
Away to solemn nights,
When day here is bright and blue!

And as I almost reach the journey,
Thoughts of an abstruse image,
With gestures of careen emotions that is confused,
Leaves me troubled, its part done in perfection,
To it I gaze, my journey, like the image is an illusion,

Thence I walk, where I feel my place,
To a destined journey, but just my home!

Lo…

Words to confess,
Love to feel that I show,
In days too restless,
The night too silent,
Our presence short in length,
As I sit by your side,
Twenty four hours, is but an hour!

For you I am,
You are for other,
What futile life, what love is worth?
When my arms long your way,
But you go, stretch to someone else’s arms…

The journey of haste,
Is slow and steady,
And when I reach almost the end,
I turn behind, you are far,
So I wait, wait for you,
To come and reach…

Yet your travel, is distracted by a vision,
I wait here, you wait there for it,
I turn again, a step to complete,
I step the line, I win; yet loose,

For with someone else you come along,
As I look your way, before I get the prize!

Enemy

I pile my anger, and pose over him,
Of my sufferings, agony, I charge,
Attack…beat…beat him till he bleeds,
I care not his suffering or his pain.

Battle…fight…I hit you, you hit me back.
In rage we clash,
Either or the both injured,
I’ll kill you, we both swear,
and with stains of blood, we head back home.

Yet sometimes back,
These enemies were two best friends,
Some misunderstandings all failed to be vain,
As I see, I call my friend, too close to me,
Pray we not suffer the same harsh deeds,
To truth we stick, understandings we seek,
In misunderstandings we’ll apologize,
To stop enmity.

Bridge

Over the bridge, I stare to my view,
To the right I smile, he left I weep,
For on the right I see, wealth and prosperity,
To my left I see, slums and poverty,
And in between them, I stand and think,

Did god create the rich or the poor?
Or someone like me, with some mind to think?
Who used his mind, reached my right,
Who stayed lazy, I see on my left.

I blame not fate, nor blame my God,
…neither seek vengeance for rich being rich,
I query the minds, startled and quote,
For humans do create, the best of terms. 1

Thence I say, I smile and weep,
To right I lead, if I use my mind,
Yet if I fail, stay lazy and dull,
I pave my way, but to the left.

1: Milton in his essay said, men always create best ideas. The line is a modified version of this very words.

Years and Forth of Joy

To a hundred year and forth I see,
A vision of merry thoughts,
I harvest in laughter and sow in smile,
In ferocity I stay content and amazed,
The paths of servitude,
I throng open for solitude.

Oh and when the bells ring,
Of hymns and with triumphant voices,
In joy it sings,
The journey of sun, along with shade,
For a hundred year and forth of serenity.

With love you beget the wonders of life,
Cherry cheeks with ample fragrance,
Of tender kiss, hugs of warmth,
To a journey of thorns yet walks of joy.

In eternal spring we shall dwell,
To discern the ambiguous walks of life!

Dawn Preaching

Of silence and calmness, the early dawn preaches me,
In madness and haste, with a runner’s legs, I walk a sage,
To a journey after the moon…before the sun,
In endless times ‘fore I wake up…’fore I sleep,
With mysteries to harvest, sow and reap,
Illusions of fragrance I still have to breathe,
To years and days of joy and pain,
Of longing to closeness, a bliss of chance over ill-fated fate,
With a spark of desire, I ere my destiny,
But a destiny of and all on my own,
Not a destiny without a sight in vision,
With no twilights to guide, no ways to reach,
As I float and drown amidst the sea!

Beauty Redefined

The sweet smell of her hands,
Soft, gentle, kind and tender,
Perfect smile, eyes of depth,
I drown in it,
Too shallow yet seems the depth!

Her voice in mind,
Resonates and echoes in my heart,
Could I hear the very words again?
Could I smile to see the very smile again?

Tempest in the sun,
Burning flames in the moon,
Earth too cold,
The air subtle and silent…poignant too,
For I await her presence to come,
To calm me down,
In hysteria I am restless; waiting and waiting,
To hold those hands that takes me to eternal serenity of temperate emotions…

Thence the sun burns in flames,
The moon is cold,
The earth in tempest sings with the air,
Would you hold my hands as well?

Eternal Life

The smell of rose,
It’s fragrance too soft,
When enters the soul,
Makes it feel to yonder a vision,
In silent nights, the air smells soft,
Like the darling buds of a rose,
The rose is you.
It makes we await,
The buds to grow and play,
Dance gently with the wind,
In springs and rain,
From it stands and wait,
And wait long; so long…

The end is near,
For there is the winter to come,
It tries to live,
In vain it fails,
As nature who creates,
Never fails to destroy,
To save its essence,
To eternal springs of joy!

Thence I sing,
The joy of living,
The joy of being!

To My Friend

A friend in need is a friend in deed,
As I stay next to you,
What loneliness when I have a friend to share,
Who stays with me,
In joy and pain?

He is with me,
When all depart…fake friendship all save his,
And to you my friend,
I dedicate this piece,
In pain and joy, we shall always stick,

Time and time, when it takes our test,
We shall withstand, nay depart in self pain,
For that friendship stays long,
Which has always withstood, the test of time!