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someday this pen
would stop writing further
day would come
when these eyes would see
no lightening no thunder
when there would be no
further promises of dawn.
everything would come to a halt
no aspirations , no fears , no remorse..
no one to bewilder
an eternal slumber serene
no push no gravity
vastness of sky would be fathomable
depths of ocean no longer unplumbed
no further cages of time
all chase would come to a cease

sometimes i laugh at the joke that is life
sometimes i wonder at the puzzles that ripe
every patch of earth has poison for sensations
taking me farther from my home
sometimes i hold my breath for the dream
that is no less real than life
and the cocoons of questions
remain bleeding as i witness
a glitch in imagination
no stitch in time
i live the entire life to realise
there was nothing i could say was
mine!!!

abstract

primitive analogy

about to hit the sack

a question crept aloud

a thought beleagured

left me astonished

revealing like whirls of calm waters

as i glimpse the depth

the reason sinks deeper

the stretch of sky is empty

in voids of time and traits

how can finite grasp infinite?

how can darkness fathom light?

facing the mirror

i was watching myself

and the analogy stirred me

how can 'i' and 'myself'

exist on seperate reference

how one complement others presence

we dont live in carpentered world

but in circles rolling out

operating on frames

with a change,the only thing

which has always been "constant"

a grip on mystery

a shocking halt

ONE consciousness gripped creation

and drowned it in the fluid

we are the mimickery of

consciousness and creation gelling together

it was my reflection in the mirror

primitive thought ,a gift of dawn

held my rocking mind to rest

sleep the cousin of death

younger and cozier in wrath

like death it invigorates to a new dawn

silence had loads of communication tonight

guiding me to penetrable untouched depths

life happened and continues to do so

reason kept me floating on the surface

for now i begin to sink to the depths

of enormous love and life and grace.......

freedom

handicaps

the life comes to a crossroad

once again a glance back

dream peeps through the window

for i bid farewell to thee

the cozy cuddles of yore

as i depart from core .

frolics of childhood dilemmas

why am i a victim of nostalgia

when i knew i could not dream

why i relished their frailty?

creation has discrimination in its bosom

and i plead guilty

for being born as a girl

no identity , no integrity , no sanity

not even a master of my own destiny

i kept sailing against the tides

i bid farewell to thee oh illusion!!!

for i thought i am strong

i was as usual wrong

essence of change and procreation

the veils kept on changing

story of a women remains the same

with titles differing

and i would be a lost book too

in the pages of history

and will vanish with a heart stained

to be born

"AS A MAN AGAIN"