My cup of “T”

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Today I am scared
Towing my dreams
Towards the future
Tampering with my feelings and
Testing the mighty nature
Tonight I might not succeed
Take another plan next day, maybe
Then play with the rules
Try they might
To stop me, again, but
Tomorrow I will get back up
Trust my instincts
Try my luck
Tease the fate because
Truth shall prevail..

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a.call.from.conscience.


I’m not wind, who’ll change direction, 

I’m not a tide, who’ll be some moon’s slave, 
I’m not a sun, who’ll trouble with its intensity, 
I’m not snow, who’ll bring you festive times, 

I’m not pine which is too high to climb, 
I’m not butterfly who deceives with its beauty, 
I’m not a brook or river who finds its own way, 
I’m not a flying bird who’s lost direction, 

I’m a dream which gives you hope, 
I’m not reality which is too harsh and “real”, 
I’m not a thorn to your footsteps, 
I’m not a rock on your way, 

I’m not you, and there is no “me”, I just exist within one n all…
Find me, look for me, call me, talk to me, bribe me, or even pay for me, 
Fight with me and hit me, kill me or give me another chance, 
Hurt me and throw me away, or pull me back and respect me.. 
But just don’t ignore me…

I dream..

I dream…
Not cuz, I have many aspirations
but cuz I don’t want my hopes to be broken…
I dream…
Not cuz, I feel sleep is heavy on my eye lids
but cuz I don’t wanna face the world; as it is…
I dream…
Not cuz, I love fictitious characters
but cuz I want to run away from the apers…
I dream…
Not cuz, I don’t have a burdensome work
but cuz my thoughts just go berserk…
I dream…
Not cuz, I’m not interested
but cuz I’m never noticed…
I dream…
Not cuz, I want to be absent
but cuz I wish to while away my lonely moments…
I dream…
Not cuz, I want all of them to come true
but cuz I hope for at least one or two…

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It goes on-n-on…

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The chariot of life
is rocking on-n-on…
The timeless ocean
is deepening on-n-on…
The worthless efforts
are ruthlessly bared on-n-on…
The kiss of love
is retarding on-n-on…
The mistress of merriness
is glooming on-n-on…
The enchanting music
is disappearing on-n-on…
The charismatic daffodils
are harassed on-n-on…
The intensity of pain
is growing on-n-on…

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~ no more love ~

 
Grass was green
Sky was blue
Sun was shining high
but still there was
a heart not happy
looking up in the sky…

That maple leaf
was like his life
broken down from the tree
now no life;
now no joy;
now remains no glee…

Leaf was green once
it was very happy
but now it has turned brown
and that joyous heart
also with his loss of love
slowly-slowly drowns…

Why did it happen,
yells the innocent heart
who will answer me..?
Just like the leaf
flying across the sky
searching for another life, maybe…

But this leaf is
still unknown
what is coming ahead,
is it the garden,
full of roses or
is it thorns-full bed..?!?

For the leaf, journey has just
started; don’t end it like this
my dear!
But one may always think
what happened to the heart,
O dear lord, I fear..!!

With the course of time,
both found death
and thus ended their search,
now no-more the love remains,
and no tree
for the birds to perch..!!
 

a victory story

Believe it or not, it happened today,

While I was lost, I found that pin in the hay..

It reminded me, of the pricks n the pain,

Which it gave me, and drove me insane..

I looked at it, with a smirk on my face,

Thinking of what should I do, and the punishment ways..

O boy! It talked back to me, taking me by a surprise,

Begging me for forgiveness, asking me its price..

Price! O no! There’s no value of my sufferings, I know I have to set u right,

So that you don’t trouble anyone, and especially stay out of my sight!

O benevolent! Have mercy on me, Thou has the power to free me,

I promise I promise, I’ll do as u say, but one condition that you set me free..

I sit under the tree, thinking what to do,

Finally the apple fell, and my mind instantly decided too..

I use my strength, against the Satan who took my sleep away,

Burnt me alive, and laughed at me all the way..

I turned my pin, into the memories of my pain,

To look at it every day as it becomes my key to be sane..

Now I keep my pen down and look at the ring on my hand,

Yes, a silver lining can make a petty pin look grand..

# on the conquest of all inner and outer ‘pins’