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Jan 2015
Afraid how big the mountain may seem
You walked away.
Your incompetent eyes failed to see
What lay beyond.

Million beautiful lilies that measure a spring day,
A Yellow sheet covers the beyond
The ground so beautiful,
The grass so soft like clouds.
It kisses your muddy feet
You finally feel at home.

The tangerines that hang
From boughs of the fat trees
Like a million lanterns
To light up every corner of your soul
Butterflies in the day
and fireflies in the night.
They take away the worries.

Lift off the foggy veil
For the crystal lakes are waiting to be discovered.
The ripples that conspire magic,
they call on the heavens above.

Cocoons and coffins are not the same,
You never outgrow a coffin.
It will always be a mystery.
It will always be short of adjectives.
The place where the Gods talked poetry.
The place that did not know of doom.

Beyond lay a fairy tale
Beyond was home.
But, the mountain seemed big
And you walked away.
Another wrecked existence.
Archita
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Archita  New Delhi
(New Delhi)   
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