Acceptance

Acceptance

You switched on lights

To see me

You see me

And

My shadow

Disappointed,

In efforts to see me without shadow

You switch lights off.

Now you can’t see me,

Nor can I see you.

Please accept me with my shadow

My darker side ……

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A color of evening....

A color of evening…..

It is now Evening,

Work is over…

One by one

Quietly

They leave

Sun is setting….

Returning birds

Scattered clouds

Shades of ochre….

Relaxed

unbound

Beautiful.

Yet

Lonely.

Time to go….
Home.         
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OSI Prompt : Ochre                         

New World Order

New  World  Order

(One single Impression Prompt : Dawn)

My way of living,

Your way of living,

My faith, your faith…

Dogma,

Borders in mind….. On land,

Will protect it …At any cost,

Armies,

Weapons of mass destruction…

Suffocating dark long night.

Scary, limiting....

Madness…..

Dawn……

New world….

Knows no boundaries

No great wall can stop it.

One people, one world, one law….

Law of love.

Treasured within each living

That sets soul free…..

 World of

Cyberspace.

It is just the beginning.

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Out Casted

Out casted
(One single Impression - Prompt : Oubliette)

They all left

Never to look back,

Leaving him alone..

Out casted.

He

Restless.. ..lonely….cursing…..suffering….

Confined to himself,

In oubliette.      

Nights darker & longer,

& tears heavier.

Gradually….

Reality sinks in.

He is calmer….

Silent…..


Having passed through those dark nights

now

He rejoices in twilight of   space  within.

He no more curses

He has empathy for them….

For all.

He is no more alone.

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Just different pots....

Just different pots.....

My hopes

My dreams, my vision,

My belief, my confidence, my trust,

My esteem,

My sensibility, my compassion, 

My pains, my sorrow,

My vulnerability……..

Make my space within.

You are a frequent visitor here.

So am I,                                                                                       

To the space you treasure within.

We share same kind of world,

Same kind of fire warms us,

Same drinks quench our thirst.

Aren’t we

Water of same stream

In different pots?

Crossing Limits.

CROSSING LIMITS


Chasing thrill & excitement,
Crossing all safe limits,

Ignoring your advice,

Putting aside commonsense.

Now in the middle of night

In our car, badly smashed,

On a roadside, in pool of blood,

I wish

I was more careful on that turn.

It could have saved

Two innocent lives

And

Mine.

Wisdom

Now dawns

In last few moments…..

Pleasure of life is not in seeking

Thrill & excitement

Foolishly crossing limits,

It is in consciously working towards

Expanding limits.

I am sorry DAD.

(One Single Impression prompt : 119, Icarus. )

Anamika

I am a shy boy !  

Anamika is her name.

I have known her,

Talked with her for long,

Played chess with her,

Walked with her on school play ground track

Been to her home with friends.

I park my cycle near hers.

Frequently peep in the play ground

And visit library

To see if she is around.

Every time I cross her

In school lobby or on playground,

My heart beats play salsa.

In that fraction of the moment

When our eyes meet

Her eyes are searching deep in mine,

Something…..

That I been trying hard to say

But too nervous….

Always!

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 I am a Man…

She is coming

Confident,

Gracefully walking,

Long strides, hair bouncing,

Bosoms pounding.

My heartbeats tune to the

Pace of her body.

As she comes closer

I feel warmer….

Longing for those few moments

When I am no more

And she does not exist…..

For both melt in those moments.

Anamika is her name.

*

Now that reverse count has started….

Pain in back & neck & knee…

That makes her face twist

Pierce deep in my heart,

Prayers arise in silence.

My hand reach out for hers….

She slightly squeezes my hand

To let me know

That she knows how I feel.

Anamika is her name.

Friends

Friends

A prisoner

In jail since long

World outside… a dream

He enjoys dreams.

A Jailor

Free…

Wants to climb mountains and cross rivers….

Have to report every morning on duty

…Till late in evening

Mountains & rivers are dreams he often talks about

To the prisoner

Prisoner wishes the jailor

Good morning

With smile

Every morning.

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Do you?

Do you ??

Love me……
Love me enough…….and grant me rights
to hurt your feelings

to say harsh words

to ignore you

to be selfish & mean

to breach your trust

to hate you

to walk away from you...

And

Love me enough

to welcome me back

in your heart, with hands wide spread,

when I return……..

Do you love me,

enough??

I do, my dear.

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Just some rest....

Just some rest...

I want some rest

Away from you

Away from my own self….

Away from all

That is “mine”

And that is “yours”

…just some rest

May be when I return

Forgotten word “Ours”

Will again find its place in dictionary.

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