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“A person who never made a mistake never tried anything new.” Albert Einstein

Varanasi

Water rippling on the steps of your mammoth banks,
Blurred vision of where your brink kiss the sky,
Greyed out, wiping out days of mortality.
There it burns, the greed of human life,
The burden, the roar, the anger entice,
The pain chewed up in the heart,
Faceless it lays amidst the souls.
The body leaves its horrific site
To seek a land beyond the shore.

Black ashes smothered in sweat;
In the tear driven eye hope survives.
Seeing the dawn with new found eyes,
Life lives on, reality seeps,
Ten new corpses lined up behind,
Waiting to be burnt, freed from this lie.

Sitting on the edge of your giant feet,
Skips my heart just a beat.
That boat on the riverbed across from me
Sees the flame painting red in the sky.
Listen closely to hear a bell
A conch amidst all has echoed in its shell.

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May be the same old

Home. Where my mind settles down
I dance with springing feet
I make faces at you, you call my mischief
You come home you bring happiness
I let go, my body feels weightless
I am but a child and you are my playmate
I get excited quickly you join in my madness
There’s no pretence no hiding
We face each other’s fear, we fight them
This home that we created
Stands tall and strong
In the cold harsh weather
We have each other to hold
I promise to not change
I promise to stay the same
After many decades you know I’ll say
Haven’t we just met yesterday?

Nuances of the night.

The gentle warmth of the peck that you spread on the edge of my quivering smile,
That one, the one that soothes my soul,
Melts the heart like glistening wax.
The wax burns again, the light shines again.
This time does it shine brighter? The probing ‘rise,
The clouds clear out, it’s a moonlit sky.
You by my side, your fingers crossing mine;
Humming the tune of happiness, whispering lullabies.
Ripples on the blanket, giggles on the floor;
Your words in my ear echoes singing lore.
You play with my knuckle, a weird game I say
Twisting it slight, I glare in frisky spite.
You breathe on my shoulder, you fall asleep.
I stare at the rim of your inert being.
The room is dark, I can hardly see
I trace your trail of slumber, I close my eyes;
Tucked up in your arms, I can rest in peace.
The night turns deeper, another shade of light.

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