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  May 2017 Lot
Vachaspathi
Every morning I wake up to your dawning melody tunes.
And every night I sleep listening to your soothing lullaby.

In the light, you became my shadow and eyed my every move.
And in the darkness, you became the light and guided me to the right path.

Your incessant rainfall always watered my parched heart.
And your balmy breeze always drained my teary eyes.

I never felt alone in my life as I was invariably surrounded by the warm atmosphere of your companionship.

Though you reached the stars, you never forgot your chores.
"My mom smiled at me. Her smile kind of hugged me." R.J. Palacio

"You count the hours you could have spent with your mother. It’s a lifetime in itself." Mitch Albom
  May 2017 Lot
CMSGavaran
On the lightly scarlet skies of April
All bright pink petals scattered as they seem
Under the Peach tree I opened the seal
Drawing different bridges to a dream
Across are various majestic temple,
Behind are the footprints of the past,
Inside are those long beloved people ,
Around are pink petals that fall so fast

As I take foot, the wind blows massively
The chimes clamor and the river rages
But still look as it shines the scenery
Beyond complexity of the ages

Whatever bridge my comrade cross I look back still
To see the beauty of the Autumn in April
This poem is dedicated most especially to this month of April that tomorrow will soon to last. And also for all my friends and classmates that as we step another  path of our journey leaving is just one  chapter just like the Autumn in April. Though only few read this on facebook may you appreciate it
  May 2017 Lot
Autumn Rose
Preparing for my
performance as I
tied my ballet shoes,
when i looked upon
the makeup table,
the vase with a
single red rose.
I took the small
antique box in my hands.
Can it play it's enchanting
tune once again?
The old clock was ticking
as i slowly turned
the little key...
Twirling behind her mirror
to the soft melody.
Delicate and gentle.
She smiles while dancing,
her pain has no voice.
Trapped inside her music box
only wishing to be free.
And when her blue eyes
began to sparkle, I realised...
that music box ballerina is me!
  May 2017 Lot
Autumn Rose
Beneath starry skies
she sleeps, dreaming
of the ocean pearls
so deep.
As silver droplets of
the moon fall in
her golden hair
  May 2017 Lot
Traveler
Caught in the cross hairs
Of Death's Sights
We are merely bullets
Traveling at the speed of life

A big bang of eternal flight
Endless days, countless nights
A straight shot to the end
A loaded clips of original sin

So get out there and aim to win
Take another shot and shoot again
So many bullets gone astray
Life is a gun at the end of the day
.......






Traveler Tim
  May 2017 Lot
Brother Jimmy
Someone slams your precious art
Remain Open
Callously pokes and prods your heart
Remain Open
The world wants you to close the door
Remain Open
Wants you curled up on the floor
*Remain Open
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