I gather some fallen flowers,
Spread a milieu from death,
Of life and thereafter,
Where miseries thrive not –
A vision wished to be acknowledged.
A little errand of mindfulness;
Grass seemed pleased.
Pleased, only to my eyes.
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That particular morning
She dressed in her white chiffon,
An elegant maxi dress
Not have been her taste for long;
She wore it but that day
Hoping to keep the wish
Her loved ones, once had expressed,
Remained elusive since then,
With no frills attached.
She gave a second look.
That day was not hers;
Theirs, for sure.
“Weigh not our love for you”
The eyes that had met hers, said.
Love spoke not much for itself
For she had become love herself.
I reread the last passage on that morning.
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I stare into the blank page
Assuming, its eagerness to embrace
My jumbled ideas that, chose the words;
Perhaps, a few drawings
Or a scribbled dot and line game;
Hardly did it strike me as a page of inspiration
Assuming, it’s the mirror
Willingly reflecting the many expressions –
Subtle emotions not meant for an audience;
I stare into the blank page.
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