The Sky Always Rests Facing Us

A quiet gaze at the sky
is never really quiet

Transparency, simplicity
something seems right up there
to stray, to find, to let go

Back down here
are people always in check
and equally opaque walls


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The Curse of A Beautiful Smile

  

She has the prettiest of smiles 

but sometimes sad, sad eyes

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The Boat of Heart

Drifting on the boat of heart
without a longing

It looks same, the new same
everywhere

Evening
a sun squeezed evening

Wind crawls through the knuckles
circling gently around blades of grass

A fresh evening scent
Life
waits on both the sides
yearning to be lived

Serene

Wild flowers live in hope
sweet and decadent
the whispers of river

The river is gentle

It sounds calm
when the oars cut it across
It sounds way simple

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The Innocence of Sadness

Hope is like a fine fragrance
just a little dash
enough
to cheer you up long & bright

On the other hand

whenever you try to divide sadness
it leaves a remainder
enough
to make you sad again


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Sympathy for Lust

Lust is denied

the format of an objective question

Always a brief explanation is required

in around 100 or 500 words

Lust-

the acoustic version of Love

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