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I see, SLEEP

{December,2012}

When the breeze sits near the shore,
The tides rise high, no more,
The sun drowns yet the moon doesn't peep,
I see, Nature has fallen asleep.

When Satan lures us all,
And angels fail the brawl,
Pious souls ignite the cumber,
I see, Religion has gone for a long slumber.

When tyrants dethrone the wise,
Truth is veiled behind lies,
Inequality breathes in the gaps,
I see, Humanity seems to take a nap.

When thoughts are trapped in the brain,
Expressing is restrained,
Fear within accrues,
I see, Freedom's forever snooze.

When fairy-tales come alive,
Life carelessly jives,
A pause to take the dreamy leap,
I see, SLEEP.

TRIVIA
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{ After reading, listening and viewing everything happening around me in this world which is gradually making Earth a difficult place to live in, I could not sleep but write this down. This was written in the wee hours. }

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Inebriated

{October,2012}

Few twinkling drops could suffice,
But I yearn for more to kill the emptiness inside.
Deftly moving, she captures all cells,
When I start to recollect all the agony I have felt.

Drowsy eyes, lousy legs,
I surrender to her after few pegs.
Cunningly, she reminds me of bygone pain,
Forcing me to the darkness of disdain.

I fall for her charm, her tipsiness,
While she simpers at me and my weakness.
She rips me off from my dear ones,
As she quietly drags me to her drunken lands.

An occasional rendezvous turns to be often,
And my soul is left behind like an orphan.
Waiting so long, now I wish to go back,
From my inebriated self to erase all unhappy marks.

TRIVIA
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{ Inebriated was clearly written for state of a person who gets inundated with alcohol or any such addiction, losing control over life. }

The Moustache I played with

{September,2012}

The footprints that supported my infantile steps
The shoulders on which I drove away all crowded mess,
The moustache with which I always played
It pricked you, but you never said,
The arms that made me secure
And helped me face all my fear,
The candies, the colour pencils and bike rides
Everything I got without a fight,
My lawyer in all my squabbles
You guided me out, through all my troubles,
Every tear turned into a smile
When I was cuddled for a little while,
I moved ahead riding on your trust
When you stood by me in all my “firsts”,
In all the losses and win
You patted me with a proud grin,
For my career and romantic decision
I found your “yes” without asking for a reason,
You hid your pain, while mother cried
The day my nuptial knots were tied,
The vision which still guards my future
Several sleepless nights sacrificed for my nurture.

In the quarter of my life when you celebrate your golden jubilee,
Father, I am obliged to be your reflection, so distinctly.

TRIVIA
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{ This one is nothing but my "thanks" and love to my father, for being "MY FATHER", my protector. }

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Believe

{June,2010}

Few Untouched Desires there are,
Not any near but far,
Tales of the murky past,
Not long they could last.

A tussle of the two in me,
I had abandoned my desires to wee,
Pursuing an unknown path,
I moved ahead but in desires dearth.

Now un-satiated at a milestone’s end,
I surmise where to wend,
The beginning seems to beckon,
Abandoned desires return to be taken on.

Equine spirits rejuvenating,
I bury all my bygone mourning,
A desired milestone now to achieve,
With nothing in hand but just Believe.

TRIVIA
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{ Believe was genesis of the decisive phase in my life. A poetic outcome about the tug-of-war between priority and passion. }

Each day a kind deed.

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