Sometimes
I write
And then leave
Unfinished portions
Unable to trace back to the thought
Weaving in new
Words sewn together
Unknown the patterns
The words blink
Pause
Then stick to each other
As they always do
Trying to make sense to themselves
And whoever reads
The thoughts
Of irregular patterns
In sync with mystery
To the writer and words...

Along with the morning mists
The tender leaves gently  uncurl
Soak in the first rays of the Sun
Listen closely to the dew
And its translucent views
Up in the mists
Rolls the voice of the soul
Behold

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Life
Every day
Today
I am, tomorrow a memory
Maybe
Lived and loved
Yesterday
Year and years
Gone
Missed
Never  
Would it be

Wishes and wishing
Lesser Tests
True the trials
Taken
Not mistaken
Mistakes
Found
Anew wisdom
Frozen

Life
Groom
Learn and learned
What it is to turn
A page
A new leaf
Green
Lessons to lessen
Grey and ground
Brown abound
Dust

The knots know no reason
They come and go
Loosened or tightened
At will or not
They know no reason
For their being
And existence
Depends

Remembering the times
When we went our free
Mask-less

The wheels of today, heavier than yesterday
Face the expression of other, masked
Get to task

The world is busy, independently
Social meetings in ruins
Empty chats, veering the talks

Care and support given out free
Distance ever increased
Measured the steps

Live today and try to be safe
When tomorrow comes
Repeat the same

Remembering the times
When we went out free
Mask-less

Forgive
The one, who brings hurt
One day you may forget
The hurt

If people understood people
Wordlessly, it is understood
Words never conspire
It is the thoughts

Sever what’s unsavoury
Separate,
weeds and seeds
Plant what you can feast on and feed

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There is a world that awaits
The wonders of new world

The world where the burdens of today
Are vanquished

Valiant warriors of peace
March forward and lead us into a world
So true
Anew

The world that awaits
A new world
Free
From the worldly prudence


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Happy feet
The crow on the bamboo stick
No shiny objects in sight
Looks side to side obliquely
The green worm hanging low
Would be fine for the morning time
Solitary, the crow
perched atop the bamboo stick
later may find a bone to pick

Finish what you started
Think what you want
Steps taken, mistaken
Never forsaken

Lossless or with loss
The words, always well played
Thoughtfully or thoughtless, gained
Never tossed

Mild milieu
Boundlessly, unbound
Rigours and rumours
Rivers surpass

Never exhaust

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Mysterious feather
Yarn, Pom-pom *****
Decorate the mirror on the wall
Embellished lamps
Antique silver pocket watch
The clock on the wall
Clocked 40 years
The family portraits
From the time
When the family lived together
Under the ancestral roof
Until, the young found their calling
In far off lands

With none to blame
And no reason to claim
The anger was thrown off the cliff
A soothing calm
Melting down the pain
The gentle breeze
And its silent presence
Finally felt

The window had bars
To protect the one
By the ledge, uncaring of the heights
When deep in a conversation
How eerily close on the edge
So the window had bars
to protect

The words that you read
Eyes that see, have the power to receive
The mind conceives, as it wants to believe