Facing a Wall

Looking straight ahead with grit and grace.
Still why nothing seems in sight?
Sun is shining right above your head,
Still, nothing is visible. Why is there no light?
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Haiku # 91


While I’m as empty,

I’m as versatile too as

an awesome eglaf.


 

Let it Go

Silly is the word for you, my dear self.
You’ve got to listen to me if you need help.
You hang on to things which don’t matter,
or, at least, which don’t matter anymore.
Sham hopes and cunning mirage, you adore.

You tax in staying stuck to what repeals you.
How are we going to move on together
unless we listen to each other
and reach to an agreement
that whatever happens, happens for good.
There is not point staying glued.
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Haiku # 90


Bliss. Growing up by

a serene river flowing

down the mountain hill.


 

Haiku # 89


He couldn’t realize

his falling in love with her,

a smile at a time.


 

The Best of Me

It must have been a dream
when I thought of myself
as someone I was not.

If not, what would be the explanation
for why do I look at the mirror
and try to seek someone else.
There has to be a justification
for what makes me chase the shadow
which would not fit my jigsaw anyway.
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Haiku # 88


Standing ground like a

thick trunk, chin-up, solo tree

on the mountain top.


 

Haiku # 87


Marigold dancing

to the mesmerizing tunes

of the monsoon breeze.


 

Misfit

I wonder sometimes
How is it that anything I do
Or anything is say,
Anyway I play
Or even how I pray,
It is always too little
For what the world demands.

The World. Who is he? Or is he?
I am the world. Or am I?
If I’m the world, how is it that
I’m deficient for myself?
And if I’m not the world,
How is it that I care so much
for him to care for me,
Or some love
for him to spare for me?
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Haiku # 86


Waking up by you

as a sweet nightingale chirps

on a misty dawn.


 

The Other Side

Through the safe haven
Looking at the world
Is never the real deal
Nor does it make you feel
What it is actually meant to,
What the god would intend to.

Things may seem as they are,
Right in front of your eyes, they may pass.
But they are far away from real,
When seen through a glass.

Flowers may seem blossomed
Through the crystal clear glass
But what about the fragrance
And the scent of innocence
That you might have inhaled
Had you stepped out?
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Haiku # 84


Walking Aimlessly,

Looking at Nothing while the

Calm Breeze Guides your Way.


 

Let There Be A Window

When The Odds Are Against Us
And Even We Are Against Each Other,
When We May Not Understand
Or Can’t Even Stand One Another,
In The Middle Of the Wall
That May Separate Us,
Let There Be a Window.

When Our Faces Boil With Anger
And We May Not See the Danger
That We May End Up In Just By
Not Letting It Go,
Even Through Holding On to the Wall
That May Separate Us,
Let There Be a Window.
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The Story of a Poem

Once upon a time, there was a poem. She was not just words. She was not just punctuation marks. She was an expression.

Though everyone would come, read her and often appreciate, she was pretty much all by herself most of the times. She would just sit back, reflect on her own self and wonder what she was. And why she was what she was.

She would avoid talking to the other poems. Even if one would come to cheer her up, she would pass. Not because she did not want to be happy. But because, she did not know if she was meant to be happy. She wanted to know the purpose of her existence. She wanted to understand the feeling that she was meant to convey. Continue reading “The Story of a Poem”

Words

Words.
They take my Pain,
Carry it on their Shoulder
And Free them Out in the World.
Much like I, myself, Could Never Do.
In a Way that I Never Ever Knew.

Words.
They take my Joy,
Ride on them, Gleefully,
And Spray them Over the Words
That they had carried on their Shoulder.
And They Shine Better as they get Older.
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Haiku # 76


Though Flying Higher,

Kite Felt Jealous Of the Birds

For No Strings Attached.


 

Haiku # 75


I Was a Zero,

Useless. Then Came By My Side

The One. The Dear One.


 

A Little Bit of Everything

I Am a Tad Dark and a Stroke of Light,
Shades of a Black and a Pinch of White.
I am Not Just One.
I Cannot Be Just One.
I Don’t Want To Be Just One.
I Want To Be Free.
Free To Be What I Want, When I Want.
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She

She Had Always Been
What She Is Today.
She Had Always Been
What She Will Be Tomorrow.
She Had Been As Strong.
She Had Been As Kind.
She Had Been As Fiery.
She Had Been All Fine.
All This While.
Always.
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My Poem Does Not Lie

Surfacing From the Plains of Nothing
And Growing Into Mammoth Banyans,
Forcing My Fingers to Pen
What I May Be Shy To Otherwise.
I Wonder How With Each Verse
That It Comes To Life,
My Poem Shares Bits of Me
With The Other Poems.
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