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** will never write poetry
His senses are too occupied
With his surround’s passing scenery
Holding them in gaze wide eyed!

** has no time to think and write
Letting so much meanwhile pass him
Not counting the sleeping hours of night
Eyes’ plenty to fill him to brim!

** can’t spend whiles typing away
While the sky turns her blue into red
Can’t afford to waste an already short day
Counting words creating riddles in his head!

** is too busy to set his mind
On begetting inky wordy ***** poem
With nature calling him to see and find
The beauty of the morn in sun flame!
They call me a workless guy
What they mean is worthless
Envious they’re and that’s why
Don’t like my leisurely pace!

I ain’t the one to run the race
Make do with my small needs
I hate to wear a worried face
Bear a mind where darkness breeds!

I don’t wanna run a race
Where the end ever recedes
Hate to be for the time pressed
Yet finding needs increased!

I give a **** taking it too hard
Love to run my time as own
Penning a poem feeding a bird
Watering dreams homegrown!
would have been unbearable
but for
our beliefs and assumptions!
Time


the tricky ****

  
teases           to                trek


  to                            the                             top
 Oct 2014 Nandini
Amitav Radiance
In this cosmic journey
We stop here for a moment
And blink seems an eternity
Communicating with words
Carrying in a kernel
The true essence of life
Where have the words come from
If not the legacy we carry
Which blooms in this space
Although momentarily
Our body in a transient phase
Soul carries on the journey
Words will stay back
And we shall carry on with our journey
It’s all the time we have
To speak the words of love
Chosen, to give a stage
For us to deliver the speech from our soul
Make an impact with words
For, that is what will remain
 Oct 2014 Nandini
Amitav Radiance
With the setting sun
The sky screams in agony
Turning blood red
 Oct 2014 Nandini
Amitav Radiance
Words dance at the poet’s tune
A grand symphony of feelings
Tugging at the heartstrings
The space between the words
Is where the magic lies
Music which enthralls the soul
Woven with the words
Which flowed from the pen
Birthing a poetry
 Oct 2014 Nandini
Amitav Radiance
Do we make reality so fearsome
That we have to run away from it
Why this inherent phobia of reality
That we have to cower before it
Whereas the lies we tend to believe
And create a web of life around it
Reality is not an illusion
It’s how we perceive the world around us
In reality, kindness prevails
In reality, we owe allegiance to integrity
let's catch the moonbeams
let's catch them now
let's catch the moonbeams
let's catch them now

let love anchor on the shining beams
let it flow through us as a crystal stream
let it stay till the end of time
let it ring within us as a dulcet chime

let's catch the moonbeams
let's catch them now
let's catch the moonbeams
let's catch them now

let love grow eternally in our hearts
let it array in each and every celestial chart
let joy be the wonder we'll get to know
let our affections always show

let's catch the moonbeams
let's catch them now
let's catch the moonbeams
let's catch them now

let our world be a place of love divine
let the planet's twosomes ever entwine
let love's song of endearing go on endlessly
let it rain its happiness so beautifully

let's catch the moonbeams
let's catch them now
let's catch the moonbeams
let's catch them now
 Oct 2014 Nandini
Poetic T
Would she love me
Hold my hand tightly
If she could see the scars
Beneath my skin
Torn,
Emotions,
Blooded,
Beneath the surface
I am whole like a picture
On the surface
But under crawls,
Agony,
Hurt,
Regret,
It tears me to pieces
I sleep I am again whole,
Then I awake
And I am slowly
Like torture torn to pieces
Once again,
Could she, would she see
Beyond my scars, and try to
Love me,
Or will the emotions
Bury her,
"I love her so dearly"
But can scars be healed that are never seen.
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