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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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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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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Tonight

Pic : Self

A full moon night
like this,

and then the state
of being eclipsed,

historically
eclipses don’t last,

and in this moment
that seems,

a pretty
heartening thought.

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Eclipsed

i turned around,
but i could
never turn back,

the feet it seems,
have a heart
of their own,

the ears
strain
to memorize,

the sound
of your footsteps
walking away,

but the sands
are too soft
and the waves too loud,

the eyes,
painfully
blindsided,

for i promised,
in your direction
never to look again,

and while
the earth
moves on,

and the sun
the moon,
continue their hide and seek,

i stay rooted,
sinking, each wave
deeper into the sands,

and even though,
i remain
permanently eclipsed,

i keep my actions,
as my word
given to you,

but,
in my heart
i refuse to fold.

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