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Aashi Verma Feb 2018
How lonely, how funny.

Whatever it is,
It's not what it is meant to be.
Circles and squares
and more of them.
Mind-boggling moments,
trying to fit in a frame.

So much of a crowd,
each one is just one.
But everyone is here to have Fun.

Running from the din,
Running into the din,
which they call Fun.

Relax, breathe, is what all they say.
Making a part of their busy day.
Take time for yourself, introspect.
From every negativity, you disconnect.

The quest for peace, ending at Fun.
Again, your precious time you shun.

You search for yourself.
You find Fun.
Loner Fun.
While I spent time with a few strangers who, like me had come to a place to get away from their daily chores and mundane lives in which we were trying to find peace and were here to search for ourselves, our inner peace, I saw some of them getting lost into mindless, pointless activities losing themselves to temptations, calling it having FUN, and forgetting the value of time they had taken out from their lives to rest, to experience oneself at peace.
is it so difficult to be at peace, or we have just lost ourselves to the restlessness?
Aashi Verma Nov 2017
...
We'll grow like trees, touch the high,
Roots not alive, boughs spread so wide.
Kissing the shine, becoming the shade,
Colours hanging on to us, like nature's brocade.
Aashi Verma Jul 2017
Only, if time had not rusted, even though it is in constant motion...
Aashi Verma Jun 2017
When all are gone,
And you are to stay.
Darling, do not worry;
Things will go this way.
For they happen as they have to,
For they all happen for the right.
You don't know that behind this dark night,
There is a sun waiting for you, so bright...
Aashi Verma May 2017
With a saw and chisel,
I carved my letter
On your wooden heart.

I never knew I was carving on you.
You told me you had my mark.

Never intentionally, I scarred that piece
I took a scar with me
For liftime.

You told me " Darling, it is my wooden heart.
Earlier, it has been carved too...
It can be cut,
It can be etched.
It can be burnt to ashes,
But it wont melt."

I laughed...
For we both are scarred,
We both are carved.
You, carved by my letter;
I am carved by your edge.

I am left with a mark.
You are left with a carve.
Many more to carve on you.
I am left with just a scar of you.
Aashi Verma May 2017
I appreciate you wind.
You awaken a part of me.
That had been dormanted by time,
And erupted by you.

I love you o wind!
You are so pure in your feel.
Brushing my skin with a caress,
And my hair like a lover.

You enlighten me wind,
With my inner voice words.
They were buried under the mind.
But now living again in my heart.
Aashi Verma May 2017
I saw a feather,
In the windy weather.
Flying hither thither,
With no aim either.

Just going with the flow
In a motion so slow.
With a snowy white glow,
On a distance so low...
Sometimes, just a small feather hopping in a windy weather can expel the blues in the mind.
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