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  Aug 2014 Nandini
Pradip Chattopadhyay
If ever the sun shines like gold
air smells of unknown happiness
tightly them in a bottle hold
secure in your safest place.

When hits you the roughest wave
a patch of shore you badly need
bring them out from where you saved
take off the lid for a spoonful feed.

If ever shines a passing light
forget not to store it well
in times of living through darkest night
take off the lid in it revel.

When hits you life's toughest phase
in the raging storm can't find your way
delve within to reach that place
where the bottled sun you stored away.
Nandini Aug 2014
Why have you journeyed
yourself to mans ways ?
Paying prices to live
amidst the world you say

From the brightest light
are born the darkest shadows
Why not then let life take hawklike glides
into verdant meadows

A tiny root could lay a crack
into the most solid rock
Then why not be YOU
into the double dealing world  you flock ?

Don't you know you have masked
yourself to life's essence
She awaits like a helpless mother
longing for your presence

Be there in time before
life's innocence is all lost
Though it's late never
but it all comes with a cost
It's not important how long we lived .... But it's important how did we live .... Or we lived not ?
Nandini Aug 2014
Mind cursed to silence
Confines the writer
To Thoughtless prison
Even when not writing we think about writing... Strange actually for a person facing writers block !!
Nandini Aug 2014
Let me know when your at the sea ,
And we will hold hands together
When the waves try to get to you
I'll absorb them into my chest
While you protect yourself behind me .

Let our lips whisper underwater
The ripples our messengers
Take our stories to the other ends
Sweetheart there's a world beneath
Where the sun sleeps in the oceans' cradle

At sea there is a calmness I tell you
Where the haziness of the heart
Will flow away
When we leave our footprints on the sands
The sea carries them away
And frames them for the creatures to see
That yes !there are some stories written on her ***** forever to be
The seas and Oceans are path less woods , that hide wonders ... Just the perfect place to let love have its way
  Aug 2014 Nandini
Amitav Radiance
left the soul deserted
a gamble didn't pay off
losing the heart to love again
Nandini Aug 2014
Rolling over with desire
Lay neath the fuchsia petals

Morning sun sets ablaze
Your cinnamon hair let down

He wonders how ? that ,
That perfect porcelain face caged  him ?
When he has painted it

The fragrance he can't sense
Becomes his captor .

He stroked those almond eyes
With the dark of the night

She lay in his picture , his muse
Like aphrodite herself came alive on his canvas

Wishing he could just lay there
He curses saying ....
He's just an artist and he'll find another muse !
An artist can breathe life into his work ....or he could also condemn it to death
  Aug 2014 Nandini
krissie
There is no difference between,
A gun and a pen.
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