Gravitational pull…
Pushed by thrill of adventure
He rides the strong waves.
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Gravitational pull…
Pushed by thrill of adventure
He rides the strong waves.
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The eagle’s sharp eyes
takes note of movement on ground…
sends it swooping down.
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Since long some music floats in air Unknowingly, my eyes get filled with tears. Relationships long lost, remember me today. Nostalgia of bygone times hum a tune in the head. The voices of childhood woven in my dreams. The ice-cream vendor’s voice and the induced craving. Why have the raindrops lost their mellifluous voice? Does your absence make them so listless? The journey continues, some more miles before I rest. May strains of some happy music be my journey’s mate. PS : The picture brought about a whirlwind of thoughts inside my head, which refused to be subjugated into some sort of rhythmic flow. The original of the lines produced here came to me in the form of a ghazal in Hindi. I have translated them.
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At the horizon Clouds form dark blotch early morn... Coolness of the breeze. Coolness of the breeze Caresses her closed closed eyelids.. Respite from the heat. Respite from the heat Invites an amorous dream.. A clap of thunder. A clap of thunder Rude awakening,invites mourn... End of a sweet dream.
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Innocence of youth….
Found in old sepia pictures
Times that have flown past.
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Glowing neon signs
Defy twilight’s fading light..
Chirp outside the pub.
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Empathy and love
Strive for win-win situation-
Hallmark of justice
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Festival Multi-Cultural, Global Merrymaking, revelry, bonding Inducing sense of hope Commemoration
Hazy reflections…..
Crows gather to remember
The gifts of summer
Sound of planes scatter the birds
Melting snow brings back fighters.
PS : It is often the case at the borders of neighbouring countries; the start of spring results in molten snow and hostilities between the troops resume. The skirmish, after the lull of winter leads to a sort of confusion and anxiety amongst the flora and fauna and i have associated the scattered birds and the blackening flower with this anxiety.
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The state of madness
Claimants of sanity judge….
Wonder who framed rules?
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