The cuckoo clock maintained stoic silence;
In silence I watched a life
Drift apart, silently.
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Category: Life and Death
Matches
Matchsticks scattered around
At an untimely moment,
Having spilled out
Off the carelessly opened box.
Fingers plied aimlessly
Gathering into a pile
The little wood with coloured head
Dormant to the world.
A few broken halves felt cold,
Calm, as it seemed
My touch indifferent
The candle burned in memory….
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Am I?
Attuned to Nature
I metamorphosed
And my Self morphed
Differently to situations
Dressed to occasion
A fashion parade –
I equate life.
Critics and verdicts
Reasons and reasonableness
Role reversals many
I am but unscathed
True to my Self.
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Lives
Weighed lives.
A few cycles of sun and moon.
Wind tickled nerves
And the dance,
A few tourists acknowledged;
Till the leaf sailed along
And fell on the way
That the cyclists chose;
Wind brushed it aside
While the Yarra river celebrated life.
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