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It’s changing again!
The references of unfulfilled dreams,
Broken promises long forgotten,
Un-told stories those bounce back!!
It’s changing again,
The sun, clouds and the memories of land,
Desired, undesired, held or held-away!!
Known, un-known, bird who flew away!
It’s changing again,
Paradigms, relations and motives..
Fragrances of known flowers, colors accompanied,
From my dream onto yours, here and again!!
Changes, that change to often for a change!!
Yet another Spin,
to the far ended
Dreams of reality,
revisited paranoia ..
In trim soul searching
of habits, pasts and trails
till the end of the trust regimes
built over tenures of hope…
This new beginning
knocking on the horizon
so called “opportunities”
Which way? When and why?
Revisited paranoia,
in it’s full active form
so called “new beginning…”
So called…
I call it Wait-State! Wait, will tell you!
Wait a minute for those moments,
which wait along with you
when you wait for
things to happen, in anticipation,
acceptance or even for abode!
I call it Wait-state ! Wait, let me explain!
Waiting moments are heroic,
they suffer along with you as clock ticks by
when you are helpless and have no choice but to wait
for the new beginnings, hopes that ride intuitions..
I call it Wait-State! Wait, its not over yet!!
Oh, those days like old friends!
Nostalgic togetherness of a distant vibe..
this crave, yet again, lurking then…
to catch them young, while we fame,
Oh, those days, like old friends!
Words, like raindrops carry feelings…
Togetherness, like clouds merge meanings…
Promises, like seasons committed for each other…. !
While in my walk, I talk to the sky,
trees then whisper, and birds fly by..
.
its not about me, my breath knows why
thoughts in my mind, then learn to become shy..
.
as soon we become one, the nature and thy
then the shapes, size n colors; never bother nor die…
.
sands of time & circle of span, Influence apparent unity
as the walk becomes, mindfulness of cognity …
Empty pots, My thoughts,
I have Tigers in my mind,
Immortal, fearless and deadly..
In the distant dream
we share then a common fear
of burnt forests, Lost opportunities
and lurking dreads, In their eyes I swear,
I still find the good old scares,
Never spoken, nor forgotten,
The secret desire of the ruins,
till the last sinews our heartbeats
they have me in their dream,
tigers in my mind!!
I have Tigers in my mind,
Scouting memoire
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