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kdpgrahi
Indian A person exploring the truth beneath the surface
When dawn unfolds on a town's older region Sunrise crawls across cobblestone streets Autumn break speaks its opening greets I say an urban dream world comes into vision I walk these archaic avenues alone Following the lead of my oversized shadow Astringent cold awakens my face and neck While a glinting sun slowly pats my back Past gothic fencing and cream-colored brick Concrete bridges veined with vines Damp shades of wood stare from the park A fountain shines at the heart of the square The muffled click of claws against curb From blackbirds prodding the lower scenery Shares the air with benevolent fumes Of bakery bread and chimney smoke Porch lights fading in soft succession The radius of light extends its exuberance Reflections expanding in dark shop windows The first opened door soon taints the silence In time the usual routines exude An old piece of map slowly stirs to life Another new chapter from torn, yellowed pages Is resurrected into a tangible shape & stripe
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Jan 8, 2011
Jan 8, 2011 at 10:28 PM UTC
The Dawn
It is already late The city is still covered with a veil of thick fog Two lives are just separating   from an effusive knotted hug The Sun is said to be lazy A lively breeze is inciting a fire,under the inertia the body is aching Eyes ever beguiled, are hazy And my inside? something thrilling is moving The question I am hammered with "What are you doing?"
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Jan 8, 2011
Jan 8, 2011 at 6:18 PM UTC
The Morning
The Far Away Resort I want a place where sidewalk ends The roads are straight and no bends The Grass grows tender soft and white The Sun burns gentle crimson bright The moon-bird rests from its dreary flight the peppermint wind blows cool and slight. It is a pasture wide and green I am looking and looking for it And yet to be seen Let me be free and go past from where the black smoke rules the roost Dreams are shatterd and Hopes go bust the streets are full of pits the Potholes are allowed to grow let me walk a walk however measured and slow
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Dec 10, 2010
Dec 10, 2010 at 1:31 AM UTC
The Far Away Resort
Thinking to go? The way is long and drear Better be happy stay where you are The fortune is that rules the watery waste To be wise do not make it haste. To change a way for one of fear And those who leave shore can return never. You feel the waves are asleep And lost the word they are supposed to keep No, even when they don the snow when night is by Can rise In battle against the stormy sky They not to betray the trust Stay put where you are and embrace the best.
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Dec 7, 2010
Dec 7, 2010 at 4:59 PM UTC
Near The Shore
While I sit down to write My pen begins to talk What are you ding my friend You resemble a hawk You have a long agenda to fix something up Never trying to find only eccentrically burp? The Suns, Moons you see Can never be your friend You are quite alone over the battle ground Time have come to make your skin thick Strengthen your body to give hard kick All these talks made me to smile pen seems very smart walks a more mile Agendas are to undo battles are history for my beloved pen it is a mystery World has moved faster than my pen Sun.Moon are in my net, and listed as my fan I pity my poor pen Preparing to face a ban we are in motion Just no battles Only a final Annihilation
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Oct 13, 2010
Oct 13, 2010 at 12:29 PM UTC
Pen's Intonation
Breeze is very gentle Opening her hair Dazzles under the sky Her face is made to be fair The dress is of pink Flowing into the wave Waiting for a wink And nothing to save Wrinkles on her forehead Tried to be waived No matter the crumples on the skin Tried not to be seen Her ***** is set to be curved Water-tightly  strung Feeling her heart is still young Still groping for a rose To fix over her head and Make a new pose
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Oct 11, 2010
Oct 11, 2010 at 11:45 AM UTC
Warping of Age
Me and my soul Both are very cool Two separate phenomena Working together In a single arena When you talk to me Both hears No sooner it is replied Me's mouth is amplified Soul seems to be hidden It's whispering voice is forbidden Me and my voice plugs the souls' choice Let the society sharpen its ear To make heard the souls' whisper
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Oct 11, 2010
Oct 11, 2010 at 10:14 AM UTC
Redeeming the Soul
Hot steams curl up from the cup the paled tea has a smile hiding somethign mischievous As if a flood flashed in the Nile Giggles from the newspapers have their wink It is to spruce up? But no more than a sink the weather is inclement with a cover of cloud Sun is burried inside, my mind under a shroud Something fishy is around the corner And serious topics on the back burner? Just wondering where I have to go to-day is as usual or special I have to know She leaned towards me and asked to what I am up Nothing Hunny, It is the storm in my tea cup
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Oct 10, 2010
Oct 10, 2010 at 7:50 PM UTC
Morning Blues
From nowhere she is kind to appear back my heart was beating in my neck and every itch which turned and burned More and more to be learned I wanted her to flow like a liquid Over my whole body from top to the heel the coldness which I can find A sense of freshness and rejuvenation I feel She haunted not as a face but a feeling best, no figures, no icons, only a warming taste. A cool breeze from the ocean A thrilling never before seen I figure your fingers down my spine Please make me yours, i'll make you mine The world will find two feelings entwined The song of life better rhymed
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Sep 24, 2010
Sep 24, 2010 at 7:52 PM UTC
The Haunt
I am at the sea, uninvited and frantic To be one with it like Mississippi with Atlantic standing all alone  undecided and uncertain Like the unaccustomed soul of a man Perplexed with its charming mischief of swelling heavy, harsh and rough I am at its mercy of finding a clue When at times it is boisterous With white crests but serene Often calm and blue The tread wind gets into my blood fills with an impatience for the unknown Billows stretching around Causing forget the vanishing youth yearning a desire for life But the Sun setting at the horizon Fleecy clouds at the far end A sense of sand and mound Only some melancholy gulls around Nothing more but a desolation, brooding It is an empty desert With a vague foreboding ?
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Sep 19, 2010
Sep 19, 2010 at 1:49 AM UTC
At the Sea