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CHANDRASHEKAR Jun 2015
I think,
Your force of attraction
is more stronger than
the gravitational force!

Because,
Rain drops are attracted
by the earth once in a while
But, your beauty
attracts my memory drops
all the time.
Some times, memory becomes a passion
CHANDRASHEKAR May 2015
When I see a star in the sky,
I think of your twinkling eye.
When I see a Gorgeous flower,
I think of your face smiling forever,
When I see a peacock walking in the woods,
My mind runs to your dancing moods.
When I see the hoppity of rain drops,
I hear your love filled  whispers.

When I see your eyes,
I see in them, twinkle of the stars
When I see your smile,
I see a flower which has stolen your style.
When you whisper into my ears,
I drench in Fantasy of showers

I want to be with you,
When I am with you.
I want to forget you
When I am away from you!
We always compare the things by losing the enjoyment of togetherness
CHANDRASHEKAR May 2015
Standing alone!
On the bank of the river.
I was looking at the
Drops of water,
Holding hand in hand,
Jumping up and down,
Mimicking the shine of the Sun,
Circling the rocks coming their way
Mirroring the blue sky up away

But, no drops waited
For the other drops to follow.
All are in a hurry
To reach their destiny!
Some were picked by
thirsty clouds!
Some were ****** by
crusty lands!
Some were cascading height
of the mounts!
Some  were watering the
smiling flowers!

Nobody knows,
what is there in store
But,
Everybody groans,
Life has given us
nothing to adore.
We are enjoying the role given by almighty.  But we are grieving about nothing.
CHANDRASHEKAR May 2015
I........I.............
What is this?
I have, always, been
Thinking about
This 'I'

I am not ' me' only
Not alone in this World
Counting the stars at night,
As if a  fool
Accomplished a great thing,
Lives are suffering, sufferings
are living like demons
amidst us
But,
I'am not bothered.


Blaming the scorching sunlight
Scratching the head
for silly matters
Like a worm
Trapped among the numerous red ants

When I see around
Under a huge sky,
Under a beautiful Green tree,
Beside a gorgeous flower,
I am nothing,
nothing  
more than a
tiny tosspot
addicted with 'I'
I am addicted with myself and my life.  I am lost in my own daily life like a vasp running around vacuum gaining nothing.

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