That year, dirty money began to flow in.
Some escaped, some tried, and some drowned.
Some hated, some loved.
Now these ones who loved-
Their houses turned into bungalows,
Garden ponds to swimming pools,
Two wheelers to four,
Four wheelers to imports,
Children to rich kids,
Housewives to madams,
Everything inexorably...
Did you see the sky today?
Did you stop somewhere on your way?
I did, but they thought me strange;
They stared at me like I was derange –
From the traffic man to the vendor man
All around their gazes ran –
Save for the paupers who everyday...
I may have lucked out on many thingsBut I am glad some thingsWere not meant to be.Because, then, I would have settled onThings that came luckily into my lap.And I would have never exploredWhat was beyond luck.
If things were easy and lucky,I would not have found comfort in poetry.I...
I don't want to be in a placeWhere I have to drag my dreams,And abandon them in a junkyard.
I don't want to be someone,Who exploited their dreams,In times of misery and deserted them eventually.
I don't want to hold in my handsSomeone else's discarded dreams,And drag them to replace mine.
I...
As the earth swallows each bones freeing its enchanted soul to a still world;
It may seem to you that solitude is your only convoy to keep you from life turn.
It may seem to you that anger has slipped a ring into your finger of distraught.
It may seem to you...
I have sent up, to the heavens,Thousands of lanterns,Whispering wishes to the wind;That in my next lifetimeI'd still be bornInto the bosom of the hills,Beneath a sky overcast with clouds,Air made of mist,A crooning of river reedsThrough a field of dandelions.
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I told the stars:When I look into her eyesThey twinkle and glowBrighter than any of you.
I told the fresh spring flowers:You may be colourful and aromatic,But her fragrance is sweeter than any of yours.
I told the young beautiful ladies:Your hair is silky, soft, and lusciously thick,Yet her long and...
We weren't very close, yet there were times when we used to hang out and spend time together under an oak tree. It was just me and her. I was oddly, confusingly attracted to her.
She often confused me with her problems and gave me terrible headache. In fact, her...
My train only likes to travel on the dark track of idleness.
The passengers were never sure of their destination.
They drink and merry to the wine of good times and lay filling their cups with tears of guilt.
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My train only likes to travel on the track...
Will a man's sadness ever cease?
And all at once be at peace?
Shall a man's toil be worthless,
When his winter is ruthless?
Could a charm be an arm?
Where he could disarm his deformity.
Is it worthy to be weary?
When life is so blurry.
Could love be worthy as gold?
When...