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Liberated

I stand on the edge of the unknown
it’s winter you can tell by the mist
forgone the prosperity and sunshine
deep into my roots,  are puddles
of saddened crumbled hope
there’s a melancholic glow on my face
it yearns for warmth, eternal sunshine, spring
up there are gloomy grey skies
naked and fatigued crows are hovering
to seek shelter and heal their wounds
I’ve sinned but there’s no blood on my hands, they’re clean
the wind is blowing with its brutal gusts

a few moments later the
unknown edge is no longer unknown
But now it’s like I’m standing in the middle of a deserted moor
it’s winter you can tell by the mist
the heart is craving for insanity but mind
is composed and completely poised
the wind is loosely sweeping dust
whirling salt mingling thyme
crows have turned to seagulls
they are screeching, crying, soaring
a storm is brewing nearby

cliff’s edge is near I can feel the abyss
the mistral winds have spoken
their verses are dark and cold, but propitious
what did they speak of?
they urge, they whisper, some kind of invitation
“jump off the cliff, be free, liberate!”
will I jump or I’m too coward for that jump?
black clouds have become dense
there’s a sense of forbidding, the lines are thin

the mist has cleared up now as I can see the sea
but the sea is in turmoil no boat in the sight
Am I ready to face the storm?
will jumping off the cliff calm the storm I fear, the one inside my tattered soul,
the sea of torment the melancholic sea which wants to bleed out when I rip my heart open? who knows? but as they say
there are no solutions to the inner storm,
except to dive and join the sirens,
in the perilous sea below, the real one
So I jump. I jump to liberate myself, I jump to endure the pain, I jump to break the chains!

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A Serene Night


The symphony has started
and the darkness does descend
the world succumbs to quietude
the day has reached its end

The nighttime woods are glittering
and offer up a show
a dazzling performance
by the fireflies, aglow

The river reeds are swirling
with the crescent moon’s glow
broken and shattered still
it rises up – nice and slow

The earth and the sky above
offers a spectacle, that lord sway
heart lays still
and all my troubles seem to fade away


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Woody


Woody sits in a dark corner

With smile on his face

and a cowboy hat on his head

Looking at a cuckoo clock

Which shows it’s ten to four

Four o’clock is woody’s teatime

Lots of friends and fancy cake

Although time’s running fast

But how long these ten minutes take?

Shadows grow on distant hills

Tangerine sun on glassy sea

All his ember eyes reflected

And still ten minutes left ’til tea

The house, withered, is old and broken

Rusty springs through mattresses show

The cuckoo clock is also broken But how’s Woody supposed to know?

Unaware he’s been discarded

That no friend will come through

The hills and sea just glass, old papers

A telephone that no one will answer

Empty cups that once held tea

Now they hold everything but glee

The clock that still says nearly teatime

Where can all his friends be?

For ages now he’s lain unwanted

Smiling in his cowboy hat

He’ll never know he’s been abandoned

‘Til the clock reads after four

Don’t tell him that the clock is broken

For as long as woody doesn’t know

It’ll always soon be teatime

As it was, so long, long ago.


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Little Abhi went to see the Northern Lights

When Little Abhi was 6 years old
He wanted to see the northern lights
so he borrowed some money from children’s bank
and boarded the fastest Europe flight

nobody picked him at the airport
so he took an uber ride
he ate at McDonald’s on his way
traveled by trains and the subways

when he finally reached his destination
awed at the beauty little Abhi sighed
and said “Man! It’s been one hell of a ride”
this is the place I’ll marry my bride

but then a moose attacked him
and Little Abhi fucking died

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I sleep


I sleep in the morning.
I sleep in the night.
I sleep in the day and the first ray of light.
I sleep in the kitchen.
I sleep in the car.
And when I get thirsty,
I sleep in a bar.

I sleep on the sofa.
I sleep in the park.
I sleep in the glow of the dawn and the dark.
I sleep for a while at the supermarket store.

And then, when I wake up…

… I sleep a bit more.


Question: How many hours do you sleep per day?

I need atleast 8-9 hours of sleep to feel fully rested 😂

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Keep going


When your hope is shattered
And nothing is what it seems
Don’t you quit and say goodbye
Keep going, keep going
And soon you’ll see-
the person you’re going to be
at the place you’re meant to be
You know it’s hard
but you know the way-
You have to keep going
You have to keep going

winds will be rough
nights will be tough
but don’t you kneel
Be firm – Be free
come what may,
no matter how you feel today
even clouds descend to darker skies
but, tomorrow too, the sun will rise
this storm will blow out
and you’ll still be here
All you have to do is
keep going, you have to keep going


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Midweek blues

Mind on a spin
with storms within

drops of tears
trying to find a path
to the lips

unanchored thoughts
adrift in the head

falling harder
than the gravity’s pull

mind’s on a spin
but body’s sober
like this day

There’s too much on my mind,
But there’s not enough time,
To write it all down,
So I guess I’ll just drown,
In these thoughts.

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For a Poem – Pt 2


I want to write a poetry book with simple verses
Sleep in the open air, like the old wanderers
up near the river
I’d hear upon the morning air
With my chin in my two hands, I want to sit and stare
the weathervane, the chimneys, and the wild flowers
That rise like spars above my city, straight and tall,
And the mysterious fluffy clouds over all.

I want to catch the blue mist of night in my hand
watch my room’s window illuminated by starlight
kiss the moonlight dreams
standing in the doorway
I shall see the springs, and the autumns slowly pass;
And when old Winter puts her blank face to the glass,
I shall close all my shutters, pull the curtains tight,
far I’ll dream,
alone, in rationed light

I shall walk the blue Gardens
that are a stairway into azure skies,
Drink from the Fountains
that weeps out of alabaster,
birds that sing All day —
of bloom, gloom and doom.
And riots in the streets below
Will never lure me from my task, I shall be so
Lost in this quiet ecstasy, the keenest still,
that I’ll paint this whole landscape
fierce and hot – through my burning quill


For a Poem

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Spring’s Melody


The birds around me hopped and played
As winter’s chill started to fade away
No shivering, just warm thoughts
Came to me with each breath
Gratitude reached my heart
To carry me forward
Even though, I hate so much
I am faced with lately
Each day matters, no reasons to lament
Choices to make for a better future
Time to spread love and smiles
My faith is eternal; undying