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You, my FRIEND

The story of me,
A bag full of smiles and wee,
Not all could read it through,
Found hard to believe it to be true,
The one that touched the end,
Was you , only you my dear friend.

That reassuring hand to hold,
To cross the bridge over worries old,
And gift of the magic key,
Lock thy past, beckoning future to see,
The one that helped my path to wend,
Was you , only you my dear friend.

A heap of failures to clean,
Crippled confidence and "hope" so mean,
Broken pieces of dreams to gather,
Not to throw, glue them rather,
To soak my tears, a shoulder to lend,
Was you, only you my dear friend.

© Copyright \O~O/ Salvwi Prasad [POETICbug]

A SPECIAL DEDICATION TO FRIENDSHIP on 04.08.2013.

Live for a while

I wish for the open blue sky above,

Not the ceiling of boxed lights,

A loud desperate cry of silence remains,

Over the ruins of my dead freedom,

A beeping system,

And this grayed monotony,

Even breathing sounds mechanical,

With a tiny soul shouting within,

O! You the little bird outside,

Flapping the wings that I need,

To tan in the sunshine,

Breathe and Live for a while.

TRIVIA

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{As I am sitting in my office doing my daily mundane tasks I look above the tiled ceiling. I desire for the freedom of my creative soul through this poem.}

© Copyright Salvwi Prasad [POETICbug]

Published in the MAY 2013 issue of e-magazine named
TAMARIND RICE.[Page 2 - top right corner]

Zephyr's touch

Zephyr holding its lively gait,
Touched beauty's braid,
Unleashing the tresses' freedom,
Giving her an embrace, warm,
As the melting moment sets.

TRIVIA
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{ The romantic breeze making her look even beautiful.}

Day 26 - Letter Z submission.

&copy Copyright Salvwi Prasad[POETICbug]

Yellow

Yellow, blinding rays of the sun,
Eyes closing from the burn.
Yellow,a sunflower smiling wide,
Mustard fields by the river side.
Yellow, on ferocious tiger and tiny bee,
Drawn with black alternatively.
Yellow, a tinge of lemon squeeze,
Tangy burst of fresh breeze.
Yellow, an aromatic spice,
To the world, India ties.
Yellow, trifle a metal,
So valuable, rest becomes et al.
Yellow, a blithe spirit,
Otherwise a "chicken" feet.
Yellow, a sign to caution,
On the nails gaining attention.
Yellow, a soothing song,
A rose for friendship strong.
Yellow, but just a colour shade,
Primary along with blue and red.

Day 25 - Letter Y submission

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Each day a kind deed.

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You, my FRIEND

Live for a while

Zephyr's touch

Yellow

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