And I stood at a point
Where life asked me to
Take a reverse turn.
Season followed its path
Rains washed clean the reminders
The books were neatly stacked.
Missed from the scene for a while
Met the money plant that loved the sill
The sparrow chirped once again.
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Hold me, one more time
For I knew not where I sail
“Catching the wind gently”
For I knew not where I fly
“Carrying a sense of liberty”
For I knew not the wings
“Blending in the scene perfectly”
Belong to me not in the infinite
Beyond mere existence I lie
Laying my ground calmly
For I knew not the strength
The hold of renewed trust;
Séance of an afternoon reminds.
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I met her eyes that said nothing.
Waving the withered piece of cloth
A seeker, she managed to find in me.
Her gaze still fixed
A moment more it took to realize
It was the unknown, her seeker.
Could not ignore but wanted to,
Money I placed in that hand –
Unkempt, gnarled and unknown to touch….
My heart whispered and
A silent prayer passed my lip.
I met her eyes again that, still said nothing.
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A pile of books fell,
Not because it was organised disorderly;
“A little more” of my expectation
From the rack I brought recently,
But could not sustain a day longer, broke.
Re-living the circumstance presently
“A little space” in my expectation
From existence to purpose lingered seemingly
A pile of me fell off existentialism.
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