When the sun goes down (a poem)

When the sun goes down
and light fades away,
When my dreams wake
to live a better day
When the darkness dissolves
in breaths I take,
When I become a nomad
in the land of my own delusions
When I turn sad,
and breed despair
I see a fading light
at the horizon
whispering a tale
waiting to be told
I know
the flowers will bloom again
and nomad will find its home

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Lurking Past. (a poem)

like grey shades
in my memory
resides an apparition
of past untold, peeking
through the dim-lit halls,
screaming, like a child lost
on the shores of dreams untold,
like seas the beads of which
rise and fall,
like the dark of all seasons,
my explanations and reasons,
kills me slowly,
laying me bare
for men to feast…

Remembering…

A MINOR BIRD by Robert Frost

I have wished a bird would fly away,
And not sing by my house all day;

Have clapped my hands at him from the door
When it seemed as if I could bear no more.

The fault must partly have been in me.
The bird was not to blame for his key.

And of course there must be something wrong
In wanting to silence any song.

Bury the Hatchet. (a poem)

I wake up every day only to notice the newspapers citing heinous acts of crime.

weary eyes, wounded soul,
pit of flesh, writhing, falls,
hits the pearl of your eyes,
laughes thee as it drifts by,
pit of flesh, it is naught,
torn, melted, wrought
a gift of nature drifts by
when will I again fly?

At Other End. (a poem)

with every breath, I wonder,
with every post I gather clue,
I wonder how your life unveiled
and on WordPress, I met you…

with every Follow two lives connect,
with every Like an acknowledgment made,
connects with every comment a subtle path,
we shelter beneath blogging’s shade…

an author you are, or aspire to be,
or a bard; verses spread from thee,
or a blithe traveller echoing your soul,
or a wanderer, searching your goal…

Life will lead to summits you seek
Flow with your thoughts and you will reach…

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Acceptance. (a poem)

How can I be free
while dragging the boulders of regretfulness,
while drinking from the goblets of sins,
while soaring in the miasma of pretentiousness…

How can I be free
while moulding my own shackles
of greed, ego,
while bowing down
to the guillotine of deceit…

How long will I be aloof
of my own being,
my death or the patience of eternity,
How long will I take
to muster courage
and extend hands
for my own acceptance…
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Curiosity. (a poem)

As I sit and think beyond
What these frontiers might behold,
As I peek and look within,
flames of wrath or bullions of gold…

Unbridled, insatiable, unassailable,
as I bask under the sun,
as I drench in the rain,
my appetite of curiosity grows and grows…

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