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Those Thoughts

And the song played on my mind
like an old friend meeting me after a long time,

The lyrics took me to the days of yore,
spreading the sprinkles of happiness pristine and pure

And the humming was for a reason after all,
for your thoughts survived eons of storms

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Divine Bliss

My eyes often search for you in the horizon,

for between the feathery clouds and the sparking hues,

against the backdrop of the snow-clad mountains and the cerulean skies,

in the crevices of the crimson red and amber skies,

your thoughts float with divine bliss

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Those Moments in Yore

How often we keep craning our neck into the yore, reliving the moments in the past we once upon a time cherish dearly.

The guffaws, the togetherness, the love, the touch, all such lure to abut our heart, appearing at yonder and teasing us in abundance. And as we stretch our arms to embrace the feel it disappears like a whiff.

Forcing us to crawl back to reality. But the impression of yesterday’s charm leaves a mark on our visage, and then the naive world often questions, “what thought brushed your mind to make you smile.”

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Memories

How some memories make a few suffer and others relish, will remain an enigma for the less mortal souls to decipher

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Emotions

The more you suppress those emotions,
the more violently it will erupt,
splashing on your visage,
leaving marks of past,
never easy to erase

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Pensive Thoughts

Her love came with gentle whisper, draped me in her evergreen emotions, and left me with a dream to long for a lifetime

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Stark Naked

Distance and space often create an unfashionable vacuum and the mind drifts away in search of a new moon, and then one day just in a trice a distant sound, or a faint fragrance, bring all those memories again with a surge and the old moon stares at you with hollow eyes

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Patience

The tenderness he displays in his spoken words often forms a rainbow of tenderness in the barren world of her rouge heart, and he waited for a tipping moment to arrive when the barriers of misunderstandings will vanish, clouds will fade and love will find its lost words.

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You on my Mind

The spark of thousand nova shine at once,
the skies turns silvery bright in the darkest of nights,
the feel of love float like morning dews on some carefree briers,
the wind whistle with a gentle flow in some wild summer nights,
all such and so more miracle dazzle my eyes
when I have your thoughts floating on my mind

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Life’s little Pleasures

I remember vividly the days when I was struggling to establish my career. I had left my hometown and found abode in a place far away from home. The hustle-bustle, the storm of new faces, the sheer rapidity at which the city moved was overwhelming to say the least. The initial days were rough, for I had no friend, no mentor, no one to lean on. I was pretty much on my own.

Soon thereafter my brother joined me to pursue his studies further. The city was much bigger, offered many avenues and was a natural choice for aspiring people like us from small towns. My brother and I became best friends. We used to fight, play and do everything together. And the bond we formed during those early days of togetherness, we cherish till today.

We rented a small one-bedroom place. The house was a makeshift arrangement till the time we directionally knew where we were headed. We had a second-hand water-cooler to beat the heat when the temperature often sours over 115 degrees Fahrenheit. And I distinctly recall how we used to go to a local movie theater in peak summer days spending three hours in coolness. We used to buy the cheapest front row tickets in the most dilapidated setting, mostly to sleep in peace.

The only other way to beat the heat was by buying watermelon from street-side vendors. When the ice-cool slices of watermelon melted in our mouth while the heat remained at peak, and we dripped in sweat, couldn’t beat the luxury of having watermelon now at home at perfect room temperature.

This thought crossed my mind while I was having watermelon the other day at the comfort of my home. Ironically, It never tasted as heavenly delicious as it used during those days of thrift.

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