I don't know 
whether I am there or not 
in your canvas,
I never got tired 
drawing the past 
with the crayons of our memories
moving on,never meant
looking back is a crime!
the years gone by 
may not come again
still the indelible imprints
they left behind
are enough to lubricate
the helpless heart machine
the charcoal
who knows
may be recycled 
to reproduce a flame
even now! 
if reading again the glossary   
of our conversations
re-reading the notation of love
are nothing but foolishness
then let they be!
looking at the peephole
with fortitude 
for a gleamer of self-made solace
is not at all to blame!

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the rains outside my windows
my intonation of heart 
continued to hover..
how goodness simplicity
can be the weaknesses 
how people love to treat 
you at a discount 
taking for granted 
while rudeness reticence
ego clad dispositions 
are sold at a premium 
silent malaise 
hurting crossroads
a labyrinth of human relations
rehearsing to be different
to disentangle
will mean disgrace to self love
who cares them!
I decided to laminate the goodness
for the 'ME' I am!



the proclivity 
to stay unaffected 
is nothing new 
the sufferings
the pains of people around
making no impact 
to look beyond the self 
the servitude to matter and ego 
incapacitating the consciousness 
to ignite the true nature 
of we denizens 
the so called hyperbole 
and nonchalance
do not heal people 
the passion for compassion does
how less is too less
only the inner self can answer
the indifference to them today
will only reinforce the difference 
in our well being 
accepting people as they are 
soaked in universal love
dislodging all the grudges 
makes sense
a big sense! 

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the regalia
looks inorganic 
without you 
the histrionics around
the hocus-pocus in the air 
made me crave for your presence
to tide over the hollowness within 
to revisit the gallery of togetherness
we created 
the restless cuckoo's chirp of the neighbourhood 
in the morning 
repeatedly said..
'what you are waiting for 
cross the hedge 
right now'
to recreate the mosaic left behind