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  Mar 2019 chitragupta
annh
where subjectivity
and objectivity
meet
there is space
for truth
  Mar 2019 chitragupta
annh
My tears; your pillow,
An unmapped territory.
Will you help me chart this new country?
Or leave me - unto myself -
An island of sorrows?
‘Sometimes a map speaks in terms of physical geography, but just as often it muses on the jagged terrain of the heart, the distant vistas of memory, or the fantastic landscapes of dreams.’
- Miles Harvey, The Island of Lost Maps
Here comes the day
With coloured hands and faces
To the music we sway

Touch not with intentions perverse
Its Holy
The festival of colours

Children
Gear up with your water guns and sprinklers
Filled with organic colours
No chemicals please
Look for revellers dressed in all white
Drench them all in the hues of the rainbow bright

Munch on the Gujia, a sweet treat
Time for a rain dance to the desi beats

It's time to cheer
Spring is right here

Happy Holi



I lived a life without YOU
And so much of me
Was lost without YOU
YOU found me
The REAL me
In the LOVE of YOU
Those breathe I breath,
Without your LOVE
Were a waste of time
Was a waste of life
Till I met YOU
I was a lost being
I was successful,
But I didn't know LOVE
The TRUE LOVE
Of LOVING YOU

Life was a spiral down
I lived but struggled like a clown

You made me cross the line of LOVE
With your illumination and
The sight of yours
You gave me LOVE
You gave me breathe
You gave me blood
You gave me strength
You gave me wings
WINGS OF FLIGHT
In your LOVE
And you set me free
From the prisons of life

But still we are apart
By a thousand miles
I will not hide from YOU
I will not deny my pain
Being away from YOU
You live in my soul
But longing eats me alive
I scream day and night
Somethings I can't hide
From your side of life

I feel like dying
but I don't wanna die

I am disgraced and I am sad
I live life as a low key mad
But still I live your LOVE
Your music, your lyrics,
Your melodies your dance
inside me.. inside me...

You gave me wings
WINGS OF FLIGHT
In your LOVE
And you set me free
From the prisons of life

Let me make you listen
To my cries and tears
Let me sing you again
My poems in whispers
You make me fly
I can not deny
The LOVE YOU give
The breathe you bless
You gave me wings
WINGS OF FLIGHT
In your LOVE
And you set me free
From the prisons of life
You set me free
You set me free
You set me free






  Mar 2019 chitragupta
ABHIVYAKTI
Saw it all,
One last time...
Slowly, pressed "DELETE"
Swore to myself,
This mistake shall not repeat.

But I know, you know
I was bluffing.

It happened again.
I saw it all one more time,
One last time.
But this time, my hands don't tremble
I press not slowly, but swiftly "DELETE"
And I know, for sure,
It won't repeat.
chitragupta Mar 2019
Mind:
Why must you always reconcile?
Do you not have a sense of self-respect?

Heart:
You see, wise one,
I used to believe that
I'm not the only one who cared.
I know the heart is but a poetic device. These conversations all happen in my head. But a well rounded conversation is more fun than a superb speech.
All in my opinion.
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