Reincarnation

There's warmth in the air.
A familiarity in the smells
That waft up to his senses.
Recollections come,
Wrapped in a blanket of haze.
And his smile begins to break.

Is that a school
visible in the distance?
Wonder why it looks so familiar
When did I come here last?
And then, his smile begins to break.

How many years has it been now?
His mind tries to calculate
The years that he had been away
Where is the pond
with its brilliant white lilies?
Was there someone
who used to beckon me to its banks?
Then, his smile begins to break.

Why have I come here?
He bids his mind to recollect
A sense of connect I feel;
Established many years back, from present?
Did someone, long ago
Made me promise
To come back here one day?
Why do I perceive
the soul of the ancient
Under the garb of modern?
He stands and ponders.
The smile then,
Sometimes of recollection,
Sometimes of bewilderment,
Plays on his face.

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Foretelling

Anger writ on face.
His hand furiously stirred-
Storm in the tea cup.

Storm in the tea cup.
The crystal ball, is reason.
A false prediction.

A false prediction!
Sense of having been cheated.
Indigestible.

Indigestible!
Anger swirls inside tea cup.
Cafe's calm ambiance.

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Ambition

His stupid heart;
Vehement in its denial
Of all things prudent and practical.
A romantic, by nature.
Living in a fool's paradise.

While his friends were busy
Coping with pressure of the daily grind,
Earning university degrees
A job for the future
Raising a family,
Money for their material benefits,
He wanted to be-
A moonbeam!

Like the moonbeam,
travelling ticketless
Over the whole earth,
He wanted to caress the soul
Of many a traveller
Weary with fatigue
On the road of life.
Like the moonbeam
He wanted to lie, floating
On the vast oceans
And swim with the whales.
Penetrate into
the depths of forests
Basking in the silence
Breathing a bouquet of fragrances
Of wild moss and lichens
And lie peacefully
with the lions outside their den.
Like a moonbeam
He wanted to sooth and calm,
Induce peace and love,
In all hearts baying for blood
And plotting violence
On humanity and nature.

Sitting by the roadside,
In tattered clothes and unkempt hair,
Lost in thought,
Vehemently shaking his head, sometimes,
While staring at the moon,
He still nurses this wish
Of becoming a moonbeam.

Inspired by a famous poem named "Amalkanti" in my mother tongue.

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Stars

Expanse of night sky
Sprinkled with shimmering stars
Binding in a spell;
Mystery of the cosmos
Living their own destiny.

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Nature’s Fury

Fury of nature

Slow increase in frequency.

Hunt for life in space.

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Equinox

Tilt of the earth.

Either side of equator

Seasons reverse.

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Giggle never ages

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In her wrinkled face.
Struggles of years reside.
Giggles never age.

In face of struggles.
Her spirit remained robust.
Giggles, they remained.

Never losing face.
Pride displayed in glint of eyes.
Giggles, they endear.

The face of the brave
Smiling away life's struggles.
Unsheathe your giggles.

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