LOST IN MY DAY-DREAMS...

Were I a small boy

Time would be slow for me…
Sitting beside the open window
Lost in my day-dreams
I would be smiling to me…
And my father would be saying
“If wishes were horses,
Then beggars would ride…”

But today
I am not so small…
The arrow of time
Can’t reverse for me…
It’s time to be in the race
Lost in my day-dreams…
I can’t feel
My feet on the track!!!

But still I hope…
These days would end
And the race would be over…
And I would be dreaming at night…..

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The Pantomimist

He never said a word where None would suffice. And really Words were luxuries, wrongfully Labeled as necessities Freedom who, freedom where Freedom when, he couldn't go Home, which home was it really !! He didn't say, he smiled sad This is your place, this is where You belong, they always said He never used words, he never Raised his voice, he only smiled sad Borders and limits and words Languages, cultures, Nations Religions, loyalties and societies Freedom from whom ? Freedom when ? The home was long lost among Those borders drawn and the earth Divided, for whom ?? His earth, his love His birthright. He never said a word. Kisses were perversely preferable than wars He made love to the earth in a very profane way Across the borders of the living and the dead Though he got murdered, did the pantomimist die !!!

Sonnet on Love

Do I love you like you were summer rose and I was the thorn or even the breeze Do we pair up like shoes, or like pebbles and the sand Do we even know of reason, treason and love ? I love you like the spring loves the stones Bouncing flowing on to join the ocean I love you like I needed no reason, but The charm of doing things that are not supposed to be done I did not take form in your dreams, i'm shapeless Like vapour, like a fragrance fading slow Because fading is how I exist in you Without a reason, a treason but pure love Because when I will have to close my eyes I will remain as absurd as I always was

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