THE DAY..THOUGH SPLIT..

Time had stayed on
The day.. though split
Was hanging around
With a curious aloofness
Showing the usual panache
To make the move
To sing its heart gently
To reach out
Thoughts were arrested
In the freedom
Of a nowhere zone
Its visage was caring
With its presence subdued
The day..though split
Was proving a companion
Adding freshness
To the duet
With a relevance
That had seemed illogical
So far
Picking up the journey
The loneliness had begun
The day..though split
Had just arrived
And was here to stay..

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THE DAY..THOUGH SPLIT..

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THOUGHTS HAD MET THEIR BARD..

Time had stayed on, the night was here to stay
Isolated, thoughts were alone in a nowhere precinct
It was warmer there than the cold visage bestrewed
Silence had never been so tender and perfervid
For thoughts to speak out their vestal assertions
Forced by the vicissitude and enamoured by the lay
Time had to change the countenance it had had so far
Thoughts had met their bard under the waxing moon
In the loneliness of the night’s nowhere gallery
Beginning a conversation silence had always sought
The night had just arrived and was here to stay..

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THOUGHTS HAD MET THEIR BARD..

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TODAY I MET THE LIFE AS IT WAS TO BE..

Today I sensed the Life as it meant to be,
It was as if dreaming wild after a slumber..

As the eyelids met to see the sudden transformation,
When metaphors suddenly changed their positions..

The mind sounded eager to get attuned to the beat,
As my thoughts felt the rush of the metal heat..

The late night wind rushed untamed,
Pushing the morning rain to surge..

The figurative stillness was left numb,
Giving in to the normative wild newness..

Today I began to see the life as it was to be,
It was as if the prologue of a new hunting summer..

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THE QUESTIONS WERE CONFUSED, THE ANSWERS EMOTIONALLY REVERBERATING

The mind was jammed, crammed with desires, rammed by emotions..
The feeling was jagged, struck with denials, left numb by distractions..
The soul was berated, sour with betrayals, exploited by obligations..

 

Something stalled and at crossroads, was silent, trying not to speak..
Everything was in grey, extremes had melted away, leaving the peak..
It was eponymous, reflecting and deflecting, with much more to seek..

 

The life slipped to a track, to the undecided, to the unseen, expecting..
The texture was altered by the heat, its direction consistently swaying..
The questions were confused, the answers emotionally reverberating..

 

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CAN YOU PLEASE, EVER, IF?

Can you please, ever, if?
Be the one, you used to be,
Can you please, ever, if?
Be the one, you had to be,
I don’t believe in,
What it came to be,
Still believe in,
What it was to be,
Can you please, ever, if?
Think of,
How bad you made it to be,
Can you please, ever, if?
Think of,
How careless you have been,
Sometime,
The change is so misleading,
That, you don’t sense it,
Even if you are realizing,
You should know,
It never happens twice,
Didn’t you say no?
To not doing so it again,
Can you please, ever, if?
Care to listen to the person,
You have to be,
Can you please, ever, if?
Be the one, you had to be,
Can you please, ever, if?

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