You
Your eyes
swamp me like the tsunami.
Your fingers
are writers,
creates so many stories.
You
are a distant star
shining, unnamed, unvisited.
Yet, my love
You seem so near!
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She
Shattered dreams hide
beneath her eyes,
her lips tremble……
But then
all she says is-
“How are you?”
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Winter Time
Tiny drops of the wintry rain
are creating music in my room,
and,
my windows are open.
Your warmth if I have lost,
let the cold enwrap me
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And a tribute to a village where I have never lived :
I was lost,
and carefree,
amidst those unknown faces
meaningless talks,
in that smelly, crowded little compartment
of the last mail passenger !
I found myself,
and peace,
in that corner last seat
of the rickety old bus,
my face covered with grey dust,
I felt
the earthy smell of the half-finished, graveled road!
I found sleep
and life,
in that bamboo charpoy
under that ancient tree
near the familiar pond.
A muggy noon it was.
I could feel fresh mud!
I wish it is me
Poor, lost and just being happy.
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A few of my poems