From over the distance we never wanted

Tonight you stand like the healing moon,
And have the same vision of our first meet,
When my fingers had an urge to touch,
And this dream fluttered like wind so soon,
Under the wings, in known silence to greet.
If I could, may be I would have yearned more.
It’s tough to let go all I know, but feels good,
It went all to greet your path, the poem in you.
A distant flute, an echo all filled inside now,
What is music, if not you singing to the wind?
Am holding this breath till you come with light,
With petals from the same tree that we know.
What will revert is not a river, but an ocean,
As time fleets you be the loving fountain.
As days sweep, you be the night full of love,
The muse who sees me rolled in colours again

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Soulful Praise

Tonight, the moon is like a white satin,
And the wind more like a rhyme known,
The stars like the leaves of an eternal tree,
With no fear for fall, nor like a dream town,
But like the sparkle of a child we have been.
The shine of our star, the cold moon lives,
Not among the sighs of loss, but our hope
That this night will have its own high tides,
And we get the call from the mountain top,
To come soon with the satin that believes.

When the sun rises on the God’s canvas,
The moon will still ask for few moments,
More to kiss the eyes that waited for it,
Till all fear settles down and heart paints
The hues not known where love can pass,
But that moment when our silence settles.
Who won, who lost, who can write it all?
Our hope surely beyond reason, stands tall.
If I come again, I will bow once to your soul,
I see the star in you and you among all stars.

Let us not paint this night again with pain,
The most beautiful colours are of courage,
Of that faith which flows till love’s ocean.
Our tomorrow is a silent and soulful praise.

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Imagine, you are forever

With our feet in either worlds, this soul is like a witness
In the court of time, in the game of love, in the course
Of all that is written by destiny, all that we dreamt often,
What blows this night, is not wind, but a world of reason,
A storm that is set to catch the fire, even in the ocean’s bed.

Who attends, who pretends, who most often truly tends
To imagine a life full of so much bliss, so much true love,
And so much decide, to let go, all that is not ours, the fear
Of losing, of failure or an emptiness that is just blank?
He who has lost all, wins all again, time tonight rhymes.

Your soul is a beautiful phoenix and your words all mine,
Why fear, why fray, why not fly those clouds that shine?

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Feathers – A Poetic Wish

When you wake up, and open your eyes, I will kiss them again,
For it crossed through all times, to see the summer and rain,
And whispers to my soul that the sky is so beautiful to train
My wings of hope and the dream, beyond the fear in this vein.

The stars look like the shining sand and time like a gentle wave.
What castles we build often, how often they promise to be brave?
Nothing stays, but the dream of the feather that time will crave,
And the song of the distant land that my soul sings when grave.

Now when each chapter gets over and the skin gets wrinkled more,
It’s not a loss, but humble memories that we did make together.
When we meet again, let that light shine upon us and then discover
our tossed feathers that saw all the summer, rain and the winter.

Let there be more hope, and may it be a beautiful and blessed year.

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A Lullaby for you

Tonight, close your eyes, and drop your fear,
Drop those pale thoughts and allow no tear
Pull you from breathing love and time’s lure.
Sleep now and let your soul all night, endure
The music of our soul among winds of winter.

I write now, because the voice flows at times,
I am sure when you read all my heartful hymns,
You’ll pause for a while, and listen to all rhymes
That fill your soul, and makes you by all means,
A loving soul, a soulful being, an artist who wins.

Sleep well sweetheart tonight with dreams sublime.

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The Pigeon and me

When it is the darkest all around, things that we need
The eyes can see, the heart can find the distant terrain.
Among the agreeing stars, the waxing moon and nights
I settled to count the drops, but the rain washed it again.
Often when I sit beside the window or seek an answer,
The fluttering wings rhyme with enough wind to breed
A zillion zest, an untiring wish to hold the pigeon and ask.
What letter can it fly with, which lands will it visit again?

I asked the pigeon, will it fly to my love and pass my wish,
It said, its late enough to go there, that heart doesn’t beat.
I pleaded, if it can go to my childhood and get those toys,
It said, time has made me bigger a toy that God plays with.
I urged, if it can kiss my mother’s hand and tell her more,
How much I love her, it said the mother always lives in us.
I cried like a child, if I can get to see the butterflies again,
It said, the wings of life have more colour to paint the sky.

No answers? like this world for my seeking soul and sense?
No comfort to my anguish, no loving hands to touch upon?
The pigeon smiled and looked into my eyes as if will melt
My soul and the years gone by with a whisper into my ears.
It said, “I am not here to listen to your voice nor to tell,
But to see, how you rise, how you fall and yet rise again”.
Now I know, when I would sleep, the pigeon will fly home,
And before I wake up it will have more dreams to believe.

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Oh Mother, get well soon

Mother, am sure now, this darkness will break;
And eternity will touch you soon again with light.
I remember often the stars that have seen you
Smile every night and make me sleep in peace,
And smile even after am gone into the dream,
With the lips of yours so much wishing me well.
Tonight, I am not tired, but even more playful;
The hope will live till stars shine and you love,
And the moon keeps singing lullabies all night.
All that I wish for you, is you to get well soon.
And the air rhymes Om Shanti, Shanti , Shanti.

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Among nights that do not seem to end

How strange we often sit alone and make solitude
Grow so big like an old eclipse that hides the light;
Or so stronger that no metaphor can save its name,
And every breath dwindles among the roaring reeds?
How much do we compromise to say we are good;
Our tricks fail and reasons roar, is it peace or a war?
Have these idols changed with the chirping game,
Of beings that are no birds, or souls with no wings?
Words don’t need a world full of applaud to rhyme;
Words that settle soon and dream to shine with time,
I may fail or fall, but this soul be kind to love more,
Beyond tears, beyond smiles there lives the sublime.

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Come Back

I met a child this evening after all work was done;
He smiled and asked, “how long are you running”?
I paused and he jumped beyond the cloud so soon.
A dream that we are living or are we still groaning?
That child will always call to smell the morning air;
Make a little time, you are, where you started bare.

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The portrait of a lantern

Not sure if you have seen me ;
I lived through the time’s tested flow
To light a million words for you to read.
They call me a lantern to hold the light.

When it was a storm, I stood all night
Beside your soft childhood dreams,
When you needed the path to see,
I flickered but never surrendered
To that darkness, nor to the sky.
Be like the lantern that must carry
The light that hope brings more.

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