The crossed path

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Here I am in a distant faraway place.

a vagabond by nature and without a saving grace

and this girl i meet gives me a hidden glance,

and I am left to understand this sheer chance.

Her grandpa tells me that she is married,

so said her mother and her sisters too,

but she insists on that she was never married,

and I do not understand what is actually true.

I feel her white haired grandpa will never lie,

her mother and sisters too will not lie by and by.

Then why is it that she fervently lies,

oh, it's hard to understand those silent sighs.

I wonder if she is just joking with me.

or that she is simply mocking at me.

Is it that she is just flirting with me.

or is it that she is indirectly wooing me.

Her youthful face to me seems somehow cute,

and her speech when she talks is almost mute.

Her shying away smile is worth its plight,

for it has disturbed this heart's peace of delight.

My friends are taking chances to woo her,

and I too can't help stealing certain glances at her.

While it's true that opposite poles attract each other:

I only wish that my delicate heart would not falter.

I asked her that if she would go with me,

Her reply was affirmative with utmost glee,

I wish she would know that she is so young,

and that to someone else, I already belong.

Friendship under facade

Two individuals

wearing different facades,

of veiled identities

stumbled upon each other

one day,

somewhere

along life’s winding journey

through the sands of time

and  started a friendship

over a brief acquaintance,

in charmed  anonymity.

Unknown each to the other

Total strangers were they,

Known only by the guise,

They sailed along.

Never to be thawed by reasons

Nor be vexed by seasons,

Their friendship soared

in amiable curiosity

and pleasant serenity,

Their persona sacrificed

for friendship under the façade.

Treasuring sweetness beneath the veils,

They cherished knowing the unknown,

They despised removing their veils

for should the veil be removed

The façade would disappear

into the bitter woes of reality

and reality can be hurtful at times.

Life is a memory

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Life is all memory

set amidst

the complexities

of time

except

for the brief moment

at hand

and that too

escaping into the past

slowly,

unnoticed

in gradual leaps,

to be

the

memories of tomorrow.

Monsoon musing

   The beats of downpour

with rhythm of the winds

tuned to rustling leaves

and swollen roaring rivers

amidst thunder and lightening

and the majestic hues of a rainbow

echoes to the clouds

eternal songs of harmony

of nature in abundance

and of melodies

that remains

unchained

The countdown

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The clock ticking every seconds,

The year somehow had passed;

a fortnight and a day more to go

in the final countdown of your arrival.

though the setting sun had risen,

and the rising sun had set;

The waiting albeit had been long;

The time is here for you to come;

come to the place where you belong

our home wherein we are to make,

our promises therein, we are to cherish,

The journey of life herein we are to tread,

The togetherness that will lead on.

The countdown eases my waiting;

The sacrifice a year has cost,

The faith the year has not diminished,

Though the year for me had been tough

and the paths without you so rough.

yet my solemn swearings are still strong

my conscience for you is still clear

you are being waited, my dear

Market meeting

Flocks of people

engaged their ways

trotted by unnoticed

at a snail's pace

and

all amidst the moment

my roving glance

meets

your shying away look

and

momentarily

head over heels

its infatuation.

Haiku

One size that fits all

keep away from crime that you must

why cry over spilled milk

without a title

Though dumb the mouth
and still the body.
yet never barren
is the brain

Thoughts upon thoughts,

rises and sets

woven into words,

on the lips

I understand

the misunderstandings,

of empty emotions,

I pen the pain.

Blank thoughts

Myriad thoughts arise

as I sink into the chair

Silence echoes loud

voices choke the throat

heart beats your name.

I muster my courage

and employ the pen

to weave the verse

born in your thoughts

I sit

for quite so long

shaping the thoughts

but alas, woe betide

all I find

is the paper blank.