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Pranoot Hatwar Feb 2016
Trails are being rubbed,
New bridges are built.
Garden are full
Of fake plants without roots.

Voids of the past,
Being tried to heal,
Swords are polished,
Swords of steel.

Shields are up,
Guards are out,
Its planned and being done,
not so loud.

Yeah its fake,
So disturbed I was ,
So, I tried to figure,
The reason the cause.

Its Amongst them all,
The blacks and the reds,
And All is being done,
To be ace of spades
Pranoot Hatwar Jun 2015
I inhaled the Whole of Ether,
Consumed every minute particle,
All the Juvenile Mammoth Stars,
Even the Infants,
From the Ecstatic Scintillating galaxies,
The entire Darkness of the Universe,
while the Space was still breathing,
And I heard it, Yes,
I heard it’s beats still wishing,
Wishing for this ice to break,
But I can’t hear it anymore,
Maybe, it’s desire to breath Extinguished !
Or Maybe, it’s still alive,
But, Your Ego was what ‘Silenced’ it !
Pranoot Hatwar May 2015
Clouds so ‘Dark’ you are,
And that’s why you weep,
But there’s this ‘Sun’,
You’ve been hiding,
I could see the Silver lining,
Look behind, it was there,
It has been and it will be.
Or weep out all the pain,
Shed those tears upon earth,
People won’t mind,
sopping up, I’m sure,
If that’s worth,
someone’s adorable smile!
Pranoot Hatwar May 2015
The voice in my head, speaks to me,
That I could dance in the rain, play around the trees,
Paint up the clouds, chase the flies,
Lie on the hay, Or could sing with the Jay
While I’ll wait for your come back,
In the meadows, under the bright blue sky,
Where free as a bird, my thoughts could fly.
Pranoot Hatwar May 2015
The dark curtains,
of blue and orange,
That silver lining,
Regularly irregular and strange.
Manifested the canvas,
Flawlessly with elegance.
Yes, picturesque it was,
The Story it portrayed.
It is the life we try to live,
which has a light parts and few dark,
but it all is important,
For together they look Adorable
In each chronicle of a Wandering 'soul'
Pranoot Hatwar May 2015
My companion were,
those fluffy clouds,
and the east winds.
While I walked and walked around,
But as the time slipped,
And I was thirsty and sweaty,
I stared at the road and realized,
Roads are surely the best companion,
At least they don’t leave you,
Till you reach your destination
Pranoot Hatwar May 2015
Happened to Splurge,
Laughed to Joy,
Constrained to Judge,
Analysed to Define.
Shared to Cheer,
Thought to Decide,
Dissolved to Perish,
Promised to Abide.
Changed to Accept,
Dreamt to Glide,
Loitered to Manifest,
Wrote to Hide.
Confessed to Share,
Reacted to Flood,
Wished to Embark,
Expected. Period.
It was well,
And well it was,
Till I expected,
Expectation was the reason,
Reason for the 'Fall'.
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