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Poetry

His Midas Touch

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He found her scattered around,
her heart broken to pieces
so was her soul,
and she had rough edges,
each protruding out,
screaming and telling an unforgiving story.

She was closed,
her thoughts stashed away
in some dark corner,
maybe a closed box,
hard to trace.

And her eyes bellowing red,
hard to tell,
if the crimson sparks
were because of her prolonged crying,
or from the rage she bore in her remnants.

But he didn’t give up on her,
he gathered her piece by piece,
and like a skilled craftsman,
chiseled her,
shaped her,
gave her time to heal.

And then magic happened,
her soul bloomed,
her heart smiled,
she was a new her,
a refreshed soul beaming with elation.

He gently held her hand
and glided her softly to the mirror,
and the image startled her,
and she cried,
her eyes were crimson red,
but this time for love.

But how strange was that,
for in the process of finding her
he discovered his own redound self
smiling with joy.

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Poetry

Those Giggles

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Those unstoppable giggles
maybe annoying for some,
but for me
it is the sound of bonding,
the clamor of togetherness.

And through the clinks,
and loud cacophony clanks,
it weaves few stories,
and treasure some memories,
which will make us nostalgic,
and give uncalled smiles,
in the years to come.

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Poetry

Unstoppable

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Like some morning breeze in a spring morning,
gentle and calm, pristine and serene,
unruffled from the darkness it was confronting some moments back,
she rouse joyous,
shaving off the shades of the past,
she reclaimed her happiness,
grabbing it with both hands,
and clasping it with her soul,
with a pure feeling,
she was in love for sure,
with everything around,
with the blissful dawn,
the charming blooms,
the busy bees,
and the mighty trees,
she rekindling her memories and surged ahead,
it was a new day, a new beginning,
and she danced and kissed
like that early morning blithe

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Poetry

Your Tactile Touch

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Not the verse laced with magical words,
or an act to show me your divine worth,
nor the signs of any lovable notes,
or any precious gift raring to unearth

Neither the mystic rain,
nor the enigmatic sun,
or any seasonal bloom,
or the desirable moon

No such spectacle,
or splendor,
or any occult,
can ever capture my soul

For all you need
to drive me insane,
is your gentle
innocent tactile touch

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Poetry

Your Memories

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Your memories are engrained on my soul,
layer on layer,
like writings casted on stone

And no matter where I go,
or what I do,
from time to time
your reminiscence crosses my mind,
making my senses go blurry
and my vision go blind,
as I think all those little things,
and those precious unforgettable signs
that you have unknowingly left behind

Like when you used to look away,
pretending to be furious,
yet watching me from
the corner of your eyes

Or when you refused to speak,
no matter how much I coaxed
but give away
when I announce
I have something interesting to say

The sound of your anklet
the coil of your tresses
your silent humming of our favorite song
you standing against anything wrong

All those memories
I have treasured deep inside my heart
locked in a treasure box
sealed in some envelops
for a lifetime to smile

I remember the fight
you took with strangers for me
never letting anyone
take any advantage on me for free

You owned me
you possessed me
you made me a whole
you completed me
you were a part of me
and you were the beautiful words
for my enigmatic prose

All such thoughts
now lights up my face
and as I recall
your honey laden voice
your absence engulfs me
putting me in a reverie
showing me your spellbound charming grace

Though you are nowhere here
to feel, touch or talk
I am content
in every one of my life’s walk
‘cause I have your memories
to call my own
for I have your thoughts
that would never be gone
making me smile in an unpretentious way
and staying with me
my memories and your never ending tales

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Thoughts

Be That Craziest Person

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Have you ever tried taking a cold shower in the middle of extreme winter or have run in the midst of a summer when the temperature is well above 100 degrees Fahrenheit?

When is the last time you played with the kids, not like an adult coaching them but like being one of them?

Did you ever sing under the shower, screaming like a rock star or maybe dared to record your voice and played it in the car for everyone to listen.

When your kids are busy with their screens, have you tried telling them stories about your mischievous past, cracking them up in such a way that they forget about their ostensible video games?

How often you lie on your bed gazing the ceiling pretending to be a superhuman solving the world’s most difficult problem.

Have you tried living your life in the most unconventional, bizarre and unpredictable way? And if you have not, when are you going to? Life is too short to be taken seriously. Be that craziest fun loving happy person that you have ever known in your lifetime.

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Poetry

Enjoy The Thing Called Life

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Often, I have seen people flounder when the plan they have nurtured for life fails. Make a plan to organize your life not to fluster your mind. After all, there will be no fun if life executes to a textbook plan.
Follow your heart,
organize your mind,
count your blessings,
rejoices your wins,
embrace your defeats,
and enjoy the thing called life.

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Poetry

You Can’t Be a Distraction

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The world declares you as a distraction
a chaotic nightmare
a mirage, some pseudo-reflection
but for me, you are a desire
a serene feeling
a reason to smile

I sleep every night
with a wish to have you in my dreams
and wake up every morning
with eyes laced with your gleam

The goals,
the aspirations,
the hopes
and my schemes
all have your flair as flame
all always beacons your name

When you give such purpose to my life
how can you be a trap, a mere quagmire

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