In between


Every cloud has a silver lining, they say,
Every crushed hope shall be born again,
That sorrows and miseries would soon fade away,
But how, I wonder, a clear sky would shed rain.

Nothing lasts forever, this too shall pass
Say passersby, those that I meet
But do I stand different with choices amass
Watching rising waves that crash at my feet?

Alas! A hopeless search is it not?
A pleasant journey to find, that’ll lead me ahead,
Would one backward glance save me from rot?
All passers, Indeed! It will, they said.

And all beginnings foresee an inevitable end,
Unwithered, they said, you’ll find grasses green,
But how certain are they when they meet a bend
That they’ll know how to fill the “in between”?


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Oft I’d wonder how’d it be if I had chosen shore o’er sea


Oft I wonder how’d it be
If I had chosen shore o’er sea
Perhaps, if I’d opt not to flee
Would I’ve had felt the joy and glee?

Oft I’d thought how sunken deep
I’ve reached to fail a mighty leap
As, into dark, I slowly seep
The blinding sea puts me asleep

Perhaps, if I had chosen shore
I’d have got to feel the sandy floor
And see the mighty sun that soars
What but that would I want more?

I’d lift my head and look up high
The blissful blanket of the sky
But no! I’d kissed the shore goodbye
And in oceans deep I chose to hide

Oh, so oft, so oft, I’d wondered
I’d wondered how it’d be
How’d it be if I’d chosen
The shore o’er the sea


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Forgive and flee



Here, lay my friend upon this bed,
His naked soul, now, frozen dead.
In his sunken eyes, oh, what I see,
Oh, what I see,
His hopeless hopes forgive and flee.

Amongst these whistling winds that blow
His silenced screams, along, do flow.
I touched his ruins and stood aghast,
His naked soul’s, now, lone at last.

Perhaps, he’d reached a turning tide
And wished to see the other side.
A step to see tomorrowland,
And feel his feet touch a new sand.

Will soon, my friend, his life bygone,
Plunge forth to seek his awaiting dawn,
But I wish to meet him one last time,
But I wish to meet him one last time.


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Frozen ice takes time to thaw


Frozen ice takes time to thaw
But when it does you’ll end in awe
Unreachable up high it’s though
From mountains top it falls below
No sooner it shall blissfully flow

Will come forth soon the melting snow
A joyous melody it would owe
Frozen ice it was once though
But that was days and days ago
‘Cause frozen ice takes time to thaw
And when it does you’ll end in awe.


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Knitted silence



A gazillion unanswered questions lay
Thoughtless thoughts, a bewildering maze
Charred memories in hindsight, how can I walk away?
They plunge back alive with a fiery blaze

Her unfinished conversations, her unsent message
Oh, I wonder if one could drill holes into minds
If only I could suppress my baffling rage
Would I reminisce the warmth of her words these thoughts remind

Drowning in nostalgia, oh, here I lay
Bethinking thoughtless thoughts all night and all day
Lingering amidst the faint trails of her scent
Oh, I wonder what the knitted silence had meant…


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Turmoil


Why wish to bathe in fire and dust?
Why feed the war with insatiable lust?
Oh, I did the same
And here I lay,
Grasping onto my final breath
As I gift myself to the earth beneath

No sooner will I plunge into mud and soil
Wrapping myself in a tunic of turmoil
I waged a war through blood and toil
And now I lay in the very soil
Hopeless; breathless,
In the brink of my life,
In the very soil that I chose to spoil

I’m a demon to these souls above
And just the same to the soil below
Heaven or hell wherever I go
A demon is what I will be
Pure darkness will be what I see

Yet, when I leave what remains of me,
A heartless devil’s withered body
Will be held in guard by the very soil,
The very soil that I chose to spoil

No sooner will I be buried under
I- Wrapped in a tunic of turmoil
But my troubled soul shall ever wonder
In which war
Was my wisdom
Buried into the soil?


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How to fish a fish



If you visit a lake
To fish a fish,
A lake
The fish shall seek

And you put a bait
To fish the fish,
A bait
The fish shall seek.

If you wait for hours
To fish the fish,
The time
The fish shall seek

You’ll get the gift
That you longed for,
The very fish you seek.


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An apple that shines is best


Fresher than the freshest, yet, rotten than the rottest
An apple that shines is best.

Just a glint of its shine and a sight of its mask
Blinds every man and the rest.

An apple so great; an apple so puissant
Such apple it is; the best.

Just a glint of its shine shall make it seem fresh
Who cares about its rotten flesh?

Fresher than the freshest, yet, rotten than the rottest
An apple that shines is best.


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Waves of hope



Were, once, the soaring hopes that came
And briskly hit the shore
Are, now, the hopeless waves of shame
With a soaring roar no more

Were, once, the waves that hit the shores
Like lights that sprang out of shadows
But the sea of dark it, now, adores
And, hopelessly, back to the ocean it goes.


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Untethered


Untethered, were my shoelace knots
And I slightly bent to tie
Stormed by the race, I fell behind
Thus, success spoke goodbye.

Untethered, were those knots again
And I ignored it rather
Then, I tripped over and fell behind
Thus, success went farther.

Untethered, are they anew
Should I bend or should I not?
Yet, another time, will I fall behind?
Can I guard myself from rot?


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