Our Parallel Worlds

We do not meet every day,
Nor do we talk that often,
Neither we have any relationship decree,
Nor we have any answers to agree.

We live in parallel worlds,
With different people and myriad thoughts,
Our priorities maybe divergent,
And our dreams might not be convergent.

But despite all disparate views,
And our carefree attitude,
We bond together,
Like Morning mist and shining dew.

The reason for this is just one,
For our souls beat,
To the same rhythm,
That make hymns begin.

Copyright © Shantanu Baruah

My Urban Girl

You are fearless,
You speak your mind,
You are what life beacons to,
A refreshing delight,
You are the urban girl.

You appear rugged,
But possess a tender heart,
It takes a man to know you,
Pity others who missed the sight,
You are the urban girl.

You are ingenious,
You experiment with life,
You challenge the usual,
You hardly hesitate from being strife,
You are the urban girl.

Break those shackles,
Detest domination,
Spread your wings,
Start a revolution.

Copyright © Shantanu Baruah

Treasure Trove

Somewhere deep in your heart’s cove,
If you skimmer through your treasure trove,
You will be surprised to see,
The smile that you lost,
And the happiness on which you signed a decree,
Are casually reposing,
And waiting for your magical touch,
To break free from yourself imposed hutch.

Copyright © Shantanu Baruah

You Are Not Welcome

No, it is not ok,
For you to surge into my life,
And rattle the hornet’s nest,
Whenever you desire,
To fool me,
And raise some false hopes,
And when I start to smile again,
You vanish like a whiff,
Pushing me again in a cove of grief.

This time it is definitely not ok,
And you are not welcome this time.

Copyright © Shantanu Baruah

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