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rain May 2015
I wonder how a homeless feels.
Does he belong everywhere?
or nowhere at all?
rain May 2015
The words refused to succumb,
and splintered back into that familiar ocean of homeless thoughts,
yet again...!
rain May 2015
"Limousine Eyelash
Oh, baby with your pretty face
Drop a tear in my wineglass
Look at those big eyes
See what you mean to me
Sweet cakes and milkshakes
I am a delusion angel
I am a fantasy parade
I want you to know what I think
Don’t want you to guess anymore
You have no idea where I came from
We have no idea where we’re going
Lodged in life
Like two branches in a river
Flowing downstream
Caught in the current
I’ll carry you, you’ll carry me
That’s how it could be
Don’t you know me?
Don’t you know me by now?"

                                                          ­                     - From 'Before Sunrise'
This poem from the movie 'Before Sunrise'- I can never get enough of this perfection.
As abstract as it is, it holds all the more meaning and depth to it.

I just feel that it is worth sharing, hence.
  May 2015 rain
epictails
A bookkeeper once told me:
If it is possible in my entirely mortal capacity
to read as much books as I can, I'll do so

For who else will listen to the hearts and minds
of storytellers, truth seekers and prophets?

Who else will turn the pages
of unopened, uncharted books?

Who else will live in the worlds
and fulfill the hopes of those who made them?

Who will seize the magic of words and spin them
into a believable reality?

Who will?


Who will?

And very suddenly
as I looked into this old soul with shaking fingers
soft and wrinkled creases in his face,

it's as if his dream
transcended and became mine, as well
I once went to a bookstore and felt extremely sad that one day my old friends will become a part of history like they never really happened
  May 2015 rain
Pradip Chattopadhyay
It's a small bed we share
barely enough for the two
but big enough for the pair
to see the years sail through.

The wood now creaks with age
shrunk thin the old mattress
weighed down with passing days
buoyed up with embrace.

The pillows are thick with stains
of tears that flowed all the while
from rivers of joys shared pains
upon travel of the long trying miles.

Loyally it carries us along
our bed of priceless worth
could mere wood be that strong
if not bonded with warmth!
  May 2015 rain
Amitav Radiance
Undulating meadows
Glimpse of the horizon
Blue and green is a contrast
Deepening colors
Sun kissed grasses
And dewdrops sparkling
Trees sway in merriment
Romancing the wind
Birds give a clarion call
Into the heart of nature
It’s a realization of different kind
Hope springs in heart
This wanderer is not lost
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