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Under the grey sky when the differences rained away,

We walked along together in the drizzle,

Reflecting in our eyes the truth deep inside,

Words traveled into the heart,

The silence conversed with the soul,

The wall of  divide was being swept away,

The sand of time creating memories beyond dreams,

The steps etching the trail of purity,

Every beat syncing into notes of life,

Every tear dispersed into rainbow of hope,

Every smile photographed into frames of trust,

Every joy painted into canvas of love,

Let’s rewind and  hold this moment forever,

When the past and future dissolved into present,

We took the path of freedom and redemption…

..Strings..

The first string struck the note of life,

When the moments condensed in the note,

The shades of white dispersed into colors,

The colors graced the vibe of dreams,

The dreams seeped into reality,

Reality was now vibrant with zest.

Zest imbibing the latent spirit with fire,

The fire lighting the darkened path,

The path now leading into the valley of truth,

The truth reflecting back the images of life,

The images dissolved into a lifetime…  

M o m e n t ^

 

A dew drop on the blade of grass,

Looking into the drop,

A tear drop of joy rolled down from a strangers eyes,

That rolled down into the hands of thirsty traveler,

The thirst was quenched into sweat of happiness,

That rolled into the sea,

The drop from the sea caressed  the lonely sailor,

Rekindling the lost warmth in him,

The drop glowed into hope,

Hope transcended into the sky,

And the clouds embraced the hope,

Pouring down the drops of life…

Words...

 

Words, seeping out from the soul,

Winding and wavering in the resonance,

The alphabets mating in the solemn,

Creating a World of Words…

Sometimes tangled in mystery,

Sometimes raining in openness,

Sometimes strangled in fear,

Sometimes freed in the fervor,

Sometimes veiled in lies,

Sometimes lighting the truth,

Sometimes lost in insanity,

Sometimes rapt in the reason,

The syllable is stringing the note…

At times waging a war drenched in unrest,

At times healing a wound in the distress,

At times sieving  in all the hope,

At times  showering the petals of love,

At times tearing it apart in the uncertainty,

At times replicating faded memories,

At times creating an illusion in dreams,

At times confined in the silence,

At times striking in the rage,

The words are swinging with the time…