From middle of the Sky

Tomorrow disguised in a deeply private

And Yesterday went by fully hallucinate

Banyan tree with hanging secret roots

And distant mangroves in clear up shoots.

Tomorrow floating over the brown deserts

And today passing by the oasis culverts

Hidden waters under the swollen cactuses

And farther swaying dull fruits of pines.

Yesterday walking through its tomorrow

And today watching helpless with sorrow

Smokes emanating from the mountain tops

And glittering snow jumping with raindrops.

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It’s beside his and aside hers

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The forgotten Festival

Bathukamma :: The Floral edifice, on the eve of Vijaya Dhashami.

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BerserK

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Breathing from 8430 miles away!!

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walk, not with me.!

I walk on the gravels, you walk on the pebbles,
I look at the evils, you look at the marvels,
Gentle stones, make no bruises to my dear's foot,
Unlike you, few can be extremely smooth and soft;
Beauty nature, don't make her eyes wet,
Unlike you, few can make other feel creep and cry;
No one believe your say and said,
No one believe your talk and thought,
Unlike me..!


I live in the surreal, you live in the real,
I read your name, you read a better name,
Real life, even lead her to the success,
As, you are a summer sand;
Better name, be with her always,
As, you are a orphan;
Unlike you my dear, 
No one is with me and no one is in me, 
No one is in me and even me..!






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Feeling the Eternity

Distant dreams,
Duping her hands; as they are the olive foliage,
Decorating her slender; as it is the peacock plumage,
Here, aloof waiting in the assemblage,
Murmuring they are, as you are in the voyage.

Deceptive dreams,
Disturbing me, as they are the harbinger,
Ingenue, looking at me as a stranger.

Specious dreams,
Lagging behind me, to separate our gossamer,
Expunging our memories of the petrichor,
Please,
Don't come, even in the very ugly leisure,
Don't make the times, further more langour.

Demure dreams,
Demurring her, to go for the secret embroglio,
Dispatching her, but only to the sacred seraglio.




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