Rhetoric

Rhetoric

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On the verge of my mid third decades

Still chasing elusive dreams

Like I got large fairy butterfly wings

Hopping from one quest to another

Re-inventing curiously my own limits

Just when it gets too comforting

Already on my way for more unknown to seek

'Tis said the treasure lies buried at Rainbow ends

The colors pave my way in light and dark shades

And I still keep meandering and ponder..

Am I there yet?

Soul

Soul

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The shiny droplet of rain

Does it hold a vacuum within?

Bubbled watery blob of air,

Seeps in soil for life to begin

The fire that brightly glows

Hath that same airy soul?

Empty encore that holds:

Burning flames of gold

The Arial sprite of wind

Is all air and nothingness in?

Breezing aimlessly everywhere

Carving wonderous waves, dunes and tides on its way

From nothing to begin

Emptiness turns into strength

The hollows build a depth

And inevitably, the feathery soul weighs in

Wanderlust

Wanderlust

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Onwards in search of adventures anew

Insatiable wanderlust guides me through

A traveler soul like the river runs

To learn to seek what i have not known 

The experiences to paint my own globe

Of terrains and oceans that I behold and view

So many more ways to pray, speak and eat

Such ancient history etched on their edifice 

With every mile, changes herald

Time has inevitably played its part

Smiling faces and welcoming hearts

Some are still caught in a loop of past

While there are realms

Which are way ahead in their art

Makes one realize, it’s our own choice:

To roost in comfort or tread the novel path!

Aks: Reflections

Aks: Reflections

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Apne ghamon ka kabhi mehfil na sajaaya

To nachizon ko khush-qismat rangeen lage

Apni kahaani musafiron ko na bataya

To raaste humesha chiraag-a-bahaar lage

Humne bhi din aur sham k dariya se hokar guzra hain

Raaste phir bhi sabhi ko gulzar-a-tabassum lage

With joyful colors have painted the veil

Curtaining the tinted shades of time

Stories of hope to pen

Never the tears to rhyme

Such an imagery of life

That bed of roses is where I "lie"

Home

HOME

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As the miles expand with each pace

The gypsy heart finds solace

Knows theres always one place to go

To roost and rest the soul

The warm smiles and cradle of memories yearned

The longing of belonging somewhere

A place called home, so dear!

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