Wild Horse

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She shows me how to go up. And then just drags me down. She teaches me how to fly. And then ties me into a knot. She makes me love her sunlight and yet burns me with the heat too.
I wonder what she has got in plate for me next. The menu seems endless. But I decide to stay on. I choose to keep my train going, to let my wings fly and to reach out for that cloud of dream even though it might be hiding in my shadow.
She has proved to me that something powerful truly exists. Could be deep in the insides of a rock or even inside the tiniest of cells in me. I know of that flame inside me. Many a ton pour water to extinguish. Yet it tries its best to remain.
I try to add more fuel to it. Although I might have very less of it. It takes a while to realise that I need to go fetch more soon to keep it going.
And then there is this mind… And all those little magic tricks it does. Trust me, it gets stupid sometimes too. My job here is to input large data and paste it on chlorinated Cellulose sheets. But why input n paste when it can CREATE?
Hasn’t left me with much choice dear. I will have to trot the path my horseman puts me to. I must keep in mind that if I trot to his tunes, he will one day let me free. When I can run into the wilderness like a wild horse…

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A Potter’s Play

 

It is first letter of the alphabet.
It is the ear of a pup you pet.
It is a funny clown’s hat.
It is the nose of a kitty cat.

It is a terpsichorean cobra’s head.
It is an Apsara pencil lead.
It is a naked Christmas tree.
It is a figure with corners three.

It is a tall young fold mountain.
It is a flag for a hurried train.
It is a yellow petal of chilli flower.
It is the gorgeous Eiffel tower.

It is a sail of a yacht sailing.
It is a piece of pizza craving.
It is the sharp claw of a tiger.
It is a safe tent were you linger.

It is the shiny canine you own.
It is a spotted Desi scarf worn.
It is an elegant cut of cheese.
It is a road sign ok please?

It is a exotic bond I say,
With fantasy and wonder on tray.
It is all yet a potter’s clay,
Don’t tear away in dismay.
There’s still a long long way,
In a manner of radioactive decay?

Just pick a cafe au lait,
One silent calm soirée.
And triple action replay,
All but wonder in a similar way
Of the potter’s play
To remember forever and a day…

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Else

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Start something to complete it,
Do no begin it else.
Sharing is done to be equal,
Do not split it else.

A smile has to be genuine,
It has no value else.
Laughter is created to echo,
It isn’t wholesome else.

A dance has to be fair,
Do not try it else.
Music craves to be listened,
Not to be heard else.

Promise, to keep it.
Do not promise else.
An oath is something holy,
Respect it. Don’t name it else.

Truth is meant to be said,
It isn’t to be muttered else.
Devotion is from the heart,
It isn’t devotion else.

Pain demands to be felt,
It isn’t yet pain else.
Tears require to flow,
They aren’t to be made else.

Light a candle to illuminate,
Don’t burn it else.
End the poem to forget it,
Do not end it else.

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It is all but a piece of cake !

It is all pretty much just an exam. A test where you learn the lesson through it, where you correct your mistakes when you do so. The past ? It is all just a dream. A dream so intense that cannot be forgotten. A dream which shows evolution over time. One might have a million theories of it. One might just say it over a cup of tea.Yet none will matter, for it has no purpose. Every teeny situation had a purpose though. One’s soul needs to learn from it. If not, the situation shall return again someday. Everything happens for a reason. Once you find out the purpose, it is all just a piece of cake !

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The piano knows something I don’t…

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Every time I get close,
He tried to tell me
At the elegant pose
He shows me to see.

When I play out loud,
He pretends to know.
Stares at that cloud
He smiles and a bow.

At the trills and accents
He seems to blush.
Lets out fragrant scent
At my very touche.

At the whites it begins
To the infinite it flows.
The blacks from Chopin’s
Till everything glows.

Something has sunken,
So deep into him
That it’s pump is drunken
Whom without, goes dim.

Beauty lies in the eyes
Of the beholder.
The cradle of the skies
At the ears of the listener.

There is much to disclose,
Though I know he won’t.
Because The Piano knows
Something that I don’t…

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At that moment…

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Why does it happen so? That just the release of dopamine for one reason can change the whole way you look at life. Those colour sparks here and there begin to show up. Could it all be a piece of imagination and just pass away? It could seem so, many a while later. But at that moment, it all seems to special. Probably an illusion? If pinching doesn’t work, try listening to your heart beat. You will then know that it is a sunrise, a smile, a raindrop, a clock’s tick or a leaf fluttering in the autumn breeze. It is everything that brings to a momentary world of peace and internal happiness. That when you love that very reason with each of the cell in your body craving for its presence and for it to last forever. Although it wouldn’t be more than just a moment, it will seem eternal. Eternal as to the river of Yiruma or the years of Perri. Make sure you capture it  and keep it safe behind the shadows of your mind. For it shall come out to the sunshine someday and make you smile for no reason…
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