The Rainbow

Its only
after
i had seen,

all the shallow
hollows
of the greys,

and their
unending
pretences of shades,

their ulteriorly
motived
words,

and callous
ill intentioned
actions,

where nothing
is ever
as it seems,

each
shamelessly
only seeking,

to justify
one
or the other,

that i fell
in love
with the rainbow,

and its distinct
seven
visible colours,

for irrespective
of where and when
it appears,

and even if
it remains
beyond reach forever,

it does
always show
what it is,

and that
for me
is the constant,

i would
still
happily risk,

ribbon wrapping
my heart
with,

on any day
that i
see it,

and on all days
that i
don’t.

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Forevers

Pic : Self

i have learnt
to love,
the greys
of temporary
forevers,

even when
etched,
in promised
black
and whites,

i have learnt
to hold them,
like
the tree
its leaves,

and let go
when they
no longer,
need
my colours.

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Distances

Silly distances
between
two points,

maintained
for reasons
beyond themselves,

to the extent
that logic, reason
both turn red,

for love is
a game
that bends all rules,

but sometimes
when placed
on a visible stage,

it succumbs
to conditionings
of perceived flaws,

yet, the shortest
distance
between two trees,

is never
the straight line
that can be drawn,

for that rule
gets broken
unseen, underground,

where oblivious
of the world
their roots do meet.

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The Sacred Thread

A balloon
tied to a thread,
tied to a stone,

one
seeking,
the freedom
of the sky,

and the other
a superfluous,
material
identity,

but both,
bound
to each other
for reasons unknown,

and we spend
an entire lifetime
increasing
the weight,
of that
little
perishable stone,

forgetting that
each day
a fibre
of that
sacred thread,
on its own
keeps
getting undone,

till one one day
it snaps
completely,
and an eulogy
is all
that the stone
begets,

while
the balloon
freed
from the weights
and the bonds,
happily rises
to merge
with the clouds.

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Lamps and Lights

Pic: Borrowed from a friend!

i hold you
there,
where none
can reach,

in the purity
of your soul,
and in that
of mine,

reality
is really,
a misnomer
of sorts,

for that
which seems,
to materially
exist,

visibility
is sought,
by them
with sight,

while i prefer
invisibility,
to those
seeing eyes,

silently
cupping,
the flame
of a lamp,

and happily
existing
in the warmth
of that light.

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Dance With Me

We danced perfectly
the dance
of hide n seek,

and as the last song
of this longer
than usual night,

reaches the crescendo
of its very
last verse,

i take a call
and open
my arms,

for now
i don’t want
this night to end,

engulfing you
till the distance
between us,

suffocates
and relents
to breath its last,

you, caught unawares
still in the mood
of the song,

look around to see
a world
that doesn’t care,

and as you slowly
encircle me
in the comfort of yours,

the song ends
to the abundant
applause around,

but we continue
to sway
beyond the senses,

as if for us
the night
had just begun.

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Target Practice

Pic: Internet

Each time
a dart hit,

and pierced
the board,

it acquainted me
with a new pain,

brought to life
a forgotten part,

it is not easy
being the targeted one,

and each point
that found a mark,

found them cheering
for another one,

but then acupuncture,
is a healing art,

and i am a believer
that magic exists,

for greens
to grow,

the soil must be
ploughed,

so at each prick
bloomed,

a rejuvenated
flower,

but the one
that inadvertently hit,

the centered
heart,

disowned the throw
and her dart,

and if you ever
visit,

the garden
of those concentric circles,

there lies
a pot with a seed in it,

right at the center
of its healed universe,

accidentally planted
but never watered,

for some darts
do hit that coveted part,

even if
they were never,

meant to be
thrown.

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