An Ode To Teacher

            An  Ode  To Dear Teacher


E ver since my eyes opened

          You
taught me to see the world 

Your influence glistened up the serene….

Ever since I started to speak

            You
taught me to lead by my words

You inspired me to listen up to you…

Ever since I started to write

             Your
words adorned my thoughts

Your stimulation crystallized my creativity…

Ever since I started to think

           You
gave the power to analyse

Your knowledge sketched my curiosity…

From a deformed body

                  You’ve chiselled out my soul

Heated up in a forgery of knowledge and

         Polished
me untill my Cynosure…

In Search Of A New Dawn

In Search Of A New Dawn

'pon encountering a world with suffering 

           My steps stumbled at the door

In search of relief, I stepped on shore
                         

Accosted with deception of comfort

                   I ran for it and, found my body cut ablaze forth

Came across an ocean of blood

My eyes fluttered to take a view

In search of bountiful shore, I looked through

                                 

 Confronted with a traitor of alleviation

        I ran for it and, found myself back-stabbed

Chanced into an ambience of hatred

My soul throbbed to take a breath

In search of pleasureful love, it lived the death  

                                   

                                        Miraged with friendliness

                            I ran for it and, was hostiled to hearth

                  And now when my soul has been

                  Tormented and shattered in despair

                  I still owe to move forward

                  Move forward in search of A New Dawn…

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A Walk To Remember....

A Walk To Remember

And as I lay here in inquisition, still and engrossed in gray glooms there lies a fast pace world outside, for which I'm falling ...
lov'ng it's each and every moment..

The hazy fields past unclear windows, the golden fireball racing past me, the gleam of telegraphic lines that swag shallows and presumably draws up running boundlessly drawing patterns  across the blue hues as if rhapsodic carrying lover's message from end-to-end , whizzing past me smoke-mixed dust filled black fragmented air...and the tracks which always stays together but never actually meets and eventually dooms into infinity...

Every moment that draws me closer towards itself and then deserts me all alone..
Moment when I'm surrounded by many and yet so alone, the more I'm running for this moment the more it is
Slipping away from my hands; 
Slipping away to never ever return back to me;
Slipping away just to be in my memories forever and ever....