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The Adult Child

Alas, the fast-forward reel of years, and our bag, once light, now heavy with fears. The grown-up child, a lost look in her eyes, trying to tame a future that already dies. Dark-lined eyes, a single tear escapes, burrowing worries she desperately shapes into silence, unheard. I froze, seeing her future quietly decompose. I yearned to hold her, future, all, to calm the storm beginning to call. A hollow smile, meant to set me free, "Everything's alright," she uttered to me. But something gnaws, a truth I can't quite see, pieces of a puzzle that still perplex me. Challenges rise, solutions hide away, in quiet darkness, my heart will stay, battling on, hoping for a brighter day, the adult child walks on, searching for a ray.
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While i wait

Again these thoughts go for a stroll, Ignoring all I say. They walk through memories, In their own lonely way. Many moments surface, lost and deep, Leaving me adrift and blue. Words hide, and moments creep, Like forever, stretched in view. My heart sings a quiet song, Hoping thoughts will turn around. Why do they wander, far and long, Lost in memories they have found? They stop the clock, make time stand still, Time usually rushing by. A wandering journey, against my will, Leaving me only to sigh.
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Work from seaside

He sat there, gulping down a drink Arched brows, wondering He felt the breeze but could not smile He was present, his mind absent Neither shaken by distant waves Nor bothered by silent breeze Why he sat still the world knew not But he was on the beach deep in thought His Facebook was checked in, mind checked out His WhatsApp messages all blue, his thoughts not His emails were read, his mind full of dread His clothers were loose, his thoughts tight He was at the beach, yet at work He was taking a break, and yet breaking He still drank his beer lost in thought Arched brows wondering He felt the breeze but could not smile He was present, his mind absent
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Middle of Ganges

As the dark cloudy sky bore upon thee I sat on a boat and left the shores Where headed to, I knew not A secret game played by the misty morning Unfurling a canvas only to me A sleepy city distant dolphins I could see The sleepy sun made a late entry Peeping from clouds that bore I could only smile as I continued to oar What was this place I knew not But as the wind Caressed, I oared on Little to think loads to thank for I continue to oar, where to I knew not Few droplets of rain to goad me on The verdant green along the bank my mission Gentle breeze to company and smile on my face I continue to oar, I continue to live on!
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Clouded by a thought

The hill dotted with light from the house The serpentine roads-every turn has a story Gentle clouds wafting like another inhabitant A distant chime of temple or a gong of a church A lake that makes time stand still The infinite stars so bright like it's party time The air, water, food-so pure,so fresh Pity life taught us eulogies but didn't leave us enough time to enjoy!!!
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Summer of 99

I wrote my first real sonnet Wrote it in a real quick time Read it till my face turned red Was the summer of ninety nine!!! Me and my friends of school Took turns and tried so hard Some quit and few lost passion Should have known we never get far Oh when I look back Those poems seem to last forever And if I had a choice Yes-I wanna always be there Those were the best days of my life Ain’t no use in complaining When you got a semester to write Spent my days at your doorstep And that’s when I took to you Standing in your study room Told me this would last forever Oh and when you held my hand I knew that you were gonna be there Those were the best days of my life Then we were killing time We were Young and restless Then we needed to grow I guess Nothing lasts forever, forever Now that the times are changing Looking at all that’s come and gone Sometime when I write a sonnet Wonder, what went wrong!!! Standing in your study room Told me this would last forever...
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Midsummer Night's Dream

For 15 years i have been a fan of Shakespeare and his Midsummer Night's dream.For his queer theory of Fairies/Love and the narcotic dreaminess associated with his description of English countryside.Till yesterday. Or should i say, last night. I dreamt of a home. My home at Chennai. To me the single most special city.Somewhere in the old city area.With an adjacent railway track.And yes, the flying electric train were chugging intermittently.It was summer.And it was pleasant.An oxymoron some would say but at least the scene was such.There was those green Pallavan transport corporation buses plying by and yes the road had people walking by. They were conversing in Tamil.They were haggling over the prices of Vegetables and were discussing the political entry of the Super star.And suddenly i was travelling by these roads. I could see a 40 foot tall Rajni Kanth cut out looking down at me. An occasional passerby remarked that the Thalaivar(Leader of the cult) looked handsome even at 60. Y...
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