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Don’t tell anyone

That you still think of me

When the morning alarm rings

When the lonesome bird sings

When cloud spreads its wings

Don’t tell anyone


Don’t tell anyone

That you still remember the days

With the old books smell

Ink-stained fingers, and stories they tell,

Tree shade where soul mates’ dwell

Don’t tell anyone


Don’t tell anyone

The memories that still flickers,

When the rain softly falls,

Or those undialed calls,

Building doorless walls,

Don’t tell anyone


Don’t tell anyone

Let it stay like the flower in your diary

Like my name slipping into your dream

Like footprints washed by the stream

Unsaid goodbyes your eyes scream

Don’t tell anyone


Don’t tell – Don’t tell

Just sigh and smile

Let love stay quiet for a while.

Some other autumn

Some other autumn eve

She promised to curse me everyday

My fault was That I loved

Stolen kiss

Cacophony on a summer night

I stole a kiss on the other room

The first, and the last one

Late Winter Morning

Orange piercing through pale grey,

A waft of late winter breeze!

Jingle of wind chime in my balcony.

Winter Haiku Jan20

The dead leaf floating in air

Love whispers in my ear

We now breathe as one

Winter Haiku 2022

Mellow winter sun shining-


On the dusty leaves of roadside old banyan!

Two schoolkids going back home hand in hand.

Tough Dreams

Some thirsts are tough to fill;


Stubborn dreams keeps fying high,


Some memories refuses to die.


Hopes that are born of love,


Marches on and are hard to kill.

Locked Down Summer

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Parched summer noon,
Covid lock-down silencing it further.
Berserk emotions choked !

 

One kiss on the forehead
Couple on the cheeks
Dozen on the cheeks
The lips moved down
And that’s how the rain started

A hesitant touch on the fingers
Tucking away the rebel lock from the eyes
Holding face to gaze in those restless eyes
Soft silhouette melting into warm embrace
And that’s how the rain started

Burning worries calm down in drenching steams
Uncaged mind jumpes into little puddles
Parched heart soaks in the pearly emotions
Paper boat memories floats in the rivulets
And that’s how the rain started

Song

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They stopped singing before rain started,

Many seasons later, the song still plays in loop.

In silence, unheard.

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