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Etching On.

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Etching Patterns of thoughts on the papyrus of our mundane lives..

Designs we croon into the ear of our twin incarnation..

Curved stretches curbing across the mounts..the will, the wish..

Binding with the harsh breath..mellow at times.. juggling at times..

Strolling across to plot a breathless life..

 

Stumble over potholes dug by our own soles, Hasn’t thee rolled over, traced back, and strutted along then?

Yet the path of etched drawls back and forth scuttering on..

Inking on.. smug.. or giggly.. dreadful or greedy.. smiling through the blots of ink..

In hope in faith.. for trusting to be bound by fate.. we etch on..

 

A kind samaritan spinning the fate.. whispering incantations to string fate to wish..

A mildly fulfilled soul springs along.. sketching butterflies..

And yet then. droplets of pain blotch the ink just along the curve..

 

Words lack depth one might say.. as the heart fails to siphon strings of syllables

Wishing to only tell stories of memorable cons, fortitudes.. innocence and love..

How often has thy samaritan hidden in the cave of doubt?

How often does thee ponder of ways to escape the designs?

Trapped in thy own breath, memories and desires..?

 

Or did the benign fisherman row thee  across?

I think he did.. didn’t he?

Anew bridge..anew sketch..

Anew binding of faith and fate..as thee etches on..

 

P.S- Random thoughts, random sketch as I try to drown myself in something mundane.

 

 

 

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Simple Friendship

Its called friendship you know..

The light in my eyes.. at a simple smile in yours..

The spark when hopes shines through the tunnel..

The Rebellious laugh when the fortitude gives away..

Our bizarre plans blow against the wind..

And we rise victorious surfacing at the shortest stairwells clambered..

Its the smile and laugh my heart craves..

Its the pain my soul wills to diminish..

Thy tender heart.. understands my pain.. and mine yours..

Its simple touch of human likeness..

 

Its called friendship you know..

The pain inflicted on you..reflects in my eyes..

As does in yours..

The tremor in your voice.. finds a helpless flutter in my heart..

But when your words sting.. to where shall I turn..

For it is your presence that soothes my pain..

Yet.. I know.. you shall be there when I turn back..

For a sincerest person like you..is hard to find..

 

Forgive my anomalies dear..

Harbor no ill of me.. You find place in my pain..

But more so in .. more so in carefree laughter..

Pondering.. I find your heart pure..

And mine wishing only the place of a life long friend  in pain and gay remembrance..

And your life to ride to your dearest hopes and dreams.

For Its simple friendship.. you know.

 

Dedicated to a dear friend… its a few simple words.. I couldn’t find ways to disguise my ways.

 

 

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Aah… Those Ladies

I came across a picture of many ladies standing in a group and well they all looked so happy..there was something so alive and powerful about that picture..so I had to pen down these thoughts.

I am reminded of my grandmom and my grandad too..I had little time with them..but to me both were the picture of benevolence and power. And I see many wise women fighting for their families and their rights tirelessly, and we have much to learn from them:) And I loved the picture:)

Aah… Those Ladies

There is something about that lady, all those ladies,

Have you seen them smile, all white and eyes sparkling in glory..

Age defied by the lines crinkling at the corners..

Unaware of the beauty that exhales with their walk..

A stature that draws your soul to bloom.. look up from the drooping petals that you hide in..

 

Oh the fight that fences their eyes..and palms open wide..

Shoulders rise questioning the callous world..

Grim lines stretch along that fiery face..

Vengeance not spiteful yet exuding power almost godlike..

 With a feisty, yet calmingly shrewd aura, the words from tongues and eyes befall on the ears..

 Deaf and down trodden stare, aghast, awed, stirred in their hearts and minds..

A challenge summoning the world to rise above its apathetic forms..And norms..

 

Await rains..To fight with faith.. they teach us..

Drought is bound by nature to torture with thirst and hunger..

Tragedy to haunt our lives.. Savage are nourished to be pitiless..

And yet all are hapless against the turns of the earth.. the spinning of time..

The twists in the seasons.. from forlorn wait..to shady winters..

To scorching summer and the rains that wash away all the filth..the sorrow..the dread..and the scum..

Those rains shall leave your breath clean, your hearts effervescent shall find wonder and courage in thyself..

 

Aah those ladies, their lives, their stories of tears both merry and forlorn.. Regale your heart with hope..

Palms open..Arms embracing you with an exuberant warmth.. you are her child not from her womb..

Her friend.. Whoever you might be.. You find love trailing their eyes…

And each passing moment they whisper with their smiles, with their touch and speak in wringing tones..

“From the depths of our wells of righteousness shall rise our will to stand in the face of the storms..”

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