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835. The Tug of War..

A cool breeze touched me, just now, this dawn..

While I kissed the fresh, soft sun rays with a yawn,

They all lay scattered on my bed, showering smiles upon..

The breeze tried to distract me towards it, to talk to me,

Tried to tell me something in a hush hush voice..

The sun rays adamant, turned towards it, said, “no noise”..

They caressed my hair, embraced me with warmth..

The breeze pulled me towards it, applying a bit force,

The sun rays, all together, looked at it with rounded eyes..

The breeze, cool, knew it’ll take some time for it to warm up,

They stepped back, turned towards their father, the Sun..

Pleaded him to call some of them back, to lower their power,

The Sun smiled, obeyed to the early morning breeze..

Knowing, along with warmth, staying cool is what we all need !!

………………………………………βœπŸΌπŸ’•


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832. The Sunny Moon..

O Moon, you’re so full tonight..

as I watch you glowing up there,

from the window on my bedside,

in the vast, dark sky at night,

you seem to be the Sun of the night,

the Sun, your creator, your soul,

you’re His image, He’s your might..!!

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You both, just like me and my Guide..

He’s my Sun, I’m His moon, this bright..

His Light helps me outshine the darks of life..

Creator of my being, it’s He, the only one..

He follows me, to enlighten my path..

I follow Him, to enlighten myself up,

I’m His image, He’s my might..!!

………………………………..βœπŸΌπŸ’•


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829. Even the Odds..

Pleasures garnish us with Ego..

Pain frees the dirt from the Mind,

We all know ego is bad, still..

We love to love it so much,

We hold it close to our hearts.

Then we cry, “why this, why that”

“Why not?”.. asks the Light..

we pick credits for our good acts,

why can’t we accept our bad..??

Let’s embrace our pains..

the way we kiss our pleasures,

let’s keep our Minds ready..

for the Odds as well,

while bowing down to our Evens..!!

………………………………..βœπŸΌπŸ’•

– A Note to Self..

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827. A Sketch in the Sky…

All my feelings call me up..

As soon as, my pen, I take up,

My paper desperately waits..

For my heart, to open up.

But this time..

Something else we all decide,

As the sun already hides..

The moon throws its light,

The stars go aside..

Paving me, the way..

To sketch my dreams..

On the dark canvas,

Of this cool night sky..!!

…………………………..βœπŸΌπŸ’•


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806. Back from Home..

Whenever I feel like I’m dying, I visit a special space..

I die to go there and to be there for a while..

I open the gates of my own kingdom, as a queen..

I enter the garden full of colours of love, all green..

Adding more colours of likings and hurts..

Exhale the vibes of complaints and cries..

Inhale the suppressed emotions inscribed..

I turn back all the pages of tears and laughter,

Touch all the past moments with my smiles,

I read my thoughts and words who illustrate silently..

All the forgotten or unspoken stories, back to me..

Turning pages over, my pen jots some more down again..

Put time, date and signature, perfectly, in the end..

Closing my diary, ‘my home’, kissing it a good bye..

I come back to my workplace, feeling alive..!!

………………………………….βœπŸΌπŸ’•


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804. My Life, My Lines.

my heartbeats, my breaths..

my thoughts, my space..

my corner, my depths..

my rhythm, my steps..

my tunes, my verses..

my arts, my paints..

my life, my lines..

my real identity..

my gratefulness,

my wholeness..

it’s you, dear..

my account..

my lifeline..

in WordPress..!!

…………………………….βœπŸΌπŸ’•