Questions

Do I smoke…….
trying to lose my self in the mist?
or to exhaust myself of rememberings?
is it for the sake of building little castles in air?

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Ad-Lib

Even the Last trace of light has expired,
little by little night comes to bite,
the last traces of light at my summit,
the plum of my happiness,
the half weaved hope of mine….

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Conversation With Solitude

The nothingness out of which you emerge,
is also a part of me, of which you do not know
no one wants to be with you,
everyone flees you, but feels you,

Everyone denies you, but
I know you exist,
I have seen you watching the yellow leaves as they abandon the tree,
Sad as me….

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Ode To Smoke

Ahhh you who do not exist,
come so that I may say goodbye to the melancholic smoke of mine,
the cigarette aches from too much smoke,

Only If….
If only you were smoke
I would have kissed you every moment,
you would have been more nearer to me than myself,
you, warm, milky, dense
passing through my mouth, vanishing in my chest…..

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Let Us

Now even Silence has come to live on your lips,
your hazy eyes takes towards the lost exotic islands,
Sometimes even the "word" catches fire on my lips,
how will the unfortunate ever think of the kiss,
what should b said, cannot be said, thus shouldn't be said….,
so let us along with all other belongings,

Put even the words in the abyss…

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My Room

The windows of my room ache,
from too much silence,
and my mind goes to walk on the blue waters of the pacific,
you and I hand in hand,
Ahhh, how beautiful you still are, in my dream! !

Don't let yourself break my heart,
for it's not mine,
it belongs to someone,
who still not exists…
will not exist,
except in my dream,
where we walk
hand in hand on the blue waters of the pacific.

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A Poet's Introspection

Only Silence there, where I wait
as lonely as a star I remain among the melancholic planets,
I see the sky change it's place,
leaving me where I was….
my destiny was to remain silent, (It was my destiny to remain silent) ,
to inherit smoke, dirt and tears….
To write in the letters of smoke…
to disdain worldly pleasures….
beauty makes me ache….
pain soothes me dearly…
I do not want to cry in rhymes….
Suddenly
in the milky way a stray star,
goes on slaughtering the silence……
I realize,
It is not necessary to mourn destiny…..

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Shadows

Shadows, transparent grey,
ask me about themselves,
I only know that when they exist, I exist
I too am the shadow of my own self,

How many times I have tried!
to follow you,
You kept disappearing with each step,
and then at a certain step, a certain moment,
only you remained, my shadow!

Only then I realized, my shadow, my friend
that since the beginning
only you had existed

While, In vain, like a lost child
I kept following only shadows,

It was then,
that i realized that all my life

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The Dark Holl Tolls

When the dark hour tolled its bell;
I had to bring certain things to light.

It was needed, the roots concealed yet;
Had to be brought to the surface.

Again I had to light those candles of my memory,
Which were put off by the wind of occasions.

I had to listen to the faint cries of my soul,
I had to grasp arms of past uncertainties.

I needed to explain, to put reason in my lost child;
I had to tell him that the wind does not sing lullabies.

Also that the Rainbows were not employed to
Fill the black corridors of deserted souls.

The rain is not for washing off uncertainties,
Sun is not for the sake of warming our spirits

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Unknown Sonata

If I keep on looking at the moon, between the pines;
Leaves of pine cut in halves the mystic light of it,
Sometimes my whole being trembles at this,
I worry because the ancient tree gives me red signals of separation.

Sometimes I think I am incapable of love,
I was never able to hold delicate things in my wretched hands,
leaves, smoke, promises, joys, yellow flowers and your hair my love;
I am incompetent in the life of love, a poor player in the race of love.

Do not forsake me my love, my trophy;
sometimes glance at me as if I am your mirror,
The only difference is that this mirror will shatter in a thousand pieces,
when you open your hair…

This Mirror is incapable of reflecting your beauty,
Accept this miserable mirror,
It is incapable because it cannot forget,

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