Rustic Reflections

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swirling around listless as if crazy
when right or wrong ceases to be hazy
buoyant ripples of its crazy frenzy
surge into jubilation in a jazzy fancy

wiggling between what is right or wrong
when thoughts go insane & play ping pong
euphoric strokes of its exhilarating song
take us over the seventh heaven all along

fighting every fear to lose her on the way
when mettle goes feeble and begins to sway
its enchanting intoxication begins to play
a wily game on the sly with the intention to slay

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it was just me with my false premise
blinded by belief i ceased to be wise
chasing it all alone in those scary skies
i found it to be a mirage in a neat disguise

but something still stops me to believe what i see
assures me again & again that it’ll come back to me
i really want to believe in this inner voice of mine
but was it just only me ?..squirms like a tremor within me

PS..i really wish it comes back to me..i know it’ll come back to me someday…

love is..but a leap of faith..
scarry though..owing to  its depth..
trust your heart..shedding your fears..
a lovely world exists..beneath those tears..


millions of colors in my love’s expanse
sea-full of shimmer..anxiety within immense
countless stars in my dream..so intense
sky-full of clouds..uncertainity looms dense

sunshine every morning belies all my fears
fading beams eclipse hope..bring out tears
moon smiles every night..soothes and cheers
gloomy darkness pervades..delight disappears

clouds form a zillion shapes in myriad ways
sometimes a lovely couple..sometimes a maze
floating in my own bubble..dazed in her craze
i fear to come out & lose her in a blinding blaze..

chand

 

PS..i only fear to lose her…but won’t lose her 🙂

she loves me..she loves me not
may be she is just waiting to give a nod
or may be she is just shy or thinks a lot
she loves me..she loves me not

her smile belies all my silly doubts
but sometimes drifts me in hazy clouds
may be she is also eager to tie the knot
she loves me..she loves me not

her love gives my dream, wings to fly high
but her cute fury gives my tummy, butterflies
may be i am just dumb to sense her winsome plot
she loves me..she loves me not..

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PS..The poetry is all in the anticipation, for there is none in reality” …Mark Twain

a kite amidst so many kites
rustling along in spirited flights
riding on wind, scaling new heights
raring to win in frenetic fights

vibrant & vivid, its colors & hues
sending others into jealous blues
rippling red tail on a joy cruise
unbriddled passion set to enthuse

up above, reigning in winning delight
comes along a kitey, spectacular & bright
breezing love in her lovely first sight
fluttering beauty in her love’s twilight

fallen in love, commited & together
they entwine their strings in a clever manner
in a plan to unite and set free forever
on a beautiful journey of love..forever & ever

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 PS…Wish you a very happy ‘Festival of Kites’ !! Happy Uttraayan !!

sometimes some words in haste
although being artless and chaste
fortuitously may show up in bad taste

sometimes a glib tongue slip
casual carefree may be on the flip
may rub a weak nerve as if a frost nip

sometimes a silly misdemeanour
although in a playful juvenile endeavour
may hurt feelings and break away forever

sometimes a prankish mockery
done in a light gesture, only cursory
may break hearts as if a delicate crockery

Mistakes may sometimes happen
Mishaps may shape up, spirits may dampen
but nothing to worry, nothing to dishearten
as a simple heartfelt sorry is enough to strengthen
lost trust, love and compassion to a shining beacon in horizon !!

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PS….just say sorry with all your heart….never lose ur loved ones….as to part with love is so difficult and hard…