Bloom in Gloom

Like a thorn
With a rose
It exists between us
Petals withered away
Colour fades away

In solititude

Memory turn the pages
A scent Blows my soul
Ethereal touches
Wash my body
Like a first rain
On the cracked earth
A river gushes


There is
No parting pain
No distant ache
No love longing
No broken heart


The thorn moves
Deeper and deeper

And
Bloom on my beats

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Destination

Close eyes
Darkness tip toes
I lose everything
His post card
The keys to the magic box
The peace promise
I made to the destiny and
Dream shark

Open eyes
The day engulfs me like a sand storm
Pushes the body from the roof top
Clock’s teeth snips the fingers
Snub the existence

I escape from this
Moment,
To the next moment
To breathe life

Run downstairs
Search the past
Stroke the happiness
Piled away
In the basement of my heart

Unlock the door
Walk into the future
Entwine with pollen
Float in air

Love resonate life
Life resonate death
Death resonate birth

Falls on a flower
Arrive at the destination

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Ripples....

Freedom

Allure me

For a single step

At the edge of a cliff

Love

A lift to the bliss

A parachute unfurls

Infinite possibilities

In a finite kick

Crying

Bathe in salt water

Fresh

Purifying

Bless me

For the wisdom like

An autumn leaf

Free the tree

For the spring to swing

Loaded silence

Wired across two worlds

Emanates

An appointment with poetry

In the traffic jam

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Word...

Word would
Touch me like first rain

Word would navigate
The flow
Word would cast
Each pebble
Into a memory stone

Word would
Smudge the rainbow
Reshuffle the stars
On the destiny window

Word would surrender
Word would claim
Word would sleep
Walk into future
Nudge the dreams

Word would fall
Like a snow
From my finger tips

When the word would fail
In love
In happiness
In pain

Tears would speak
The unsaid word...

The boat sinks...

I am on a swing
You bob
Like a pendulum
Close and far
Close and far

I am in a train
Whistle blows
Platform moves
Palms across the glass window
Whisper the last prayers

I am in a boat
Eyes follows
A receding shadow
Propelling sand foot prints
Retina clicks
Eyes shut
A long thin
Frame of your being
Locks in my dream

The boat sinks...

Painting by Mary Collins
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A Dream

Slipping in solitude
Crying on the shoulders

Blistering on tired feet
Pacing in tireless beats
Dancing in sleepless eyes
Breathing in airless sky
Simmering with hopes

A dream

Slithering with waves
Knocking at the ocean
Again and again

An innocent pearl
Without the shell
Against the storm

Raring to leave
Foot marks on the sand

Uprooted Stem

For thousand years
I lit candles
My prayers are answered
An autumn leaf
Fell on the window sill
In fog and freeze
It knocks and peeps

A cloud
From a native jungle
Saw the dormant seed
Water the cracked earth
Awake the sleeping soul

An uprooted stem
Breath life
Dip the brush
In the rainbow palette
Paints again
Her faded dreams

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