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Ridhu Faran Jul 2020
It was a deep sleep
I have no idea how long
That second when I open my eyes
The momentary confusion
If it's dusk or dawn kept me thinking.
But it doesn't matter
It's the same place where I wake up
At a random time
That voiceless me, thinking hard
Like a thinking machine.
I just wondered?
Why didn't I get up as a butterfly
From a cocoon?
Flying forgetting the old me.
Ridhu Faran May 2020
The wind, the messenger of rain.
The trees, the wind chimes of nature.
The rain, the nectar of every life.
The birds, the stars of the day sky.
The soil, grains of ancestral remains.
The mountains, giant sleeping elephants.
Ridhu Faran Apr 2020
This feeling is like seeing my love after a long time
It's like a lightning had struck my heart.
All of a sudden, loudness turns into cloud-ness.
The rays are replaced by greys in the sky.
The hush, the rush and the winds gush.
Yes! It's Raining !
Ridhu Faran Apr 2020
We,
The beautiful moon,
The moonlit cloudy sky,
The gentle breeze,
And Me.
We are waiting on my terrace,
For you.
Ridhu Faran Apr 2020
Can I take it more ?
Will I reach a shore?
Sleepless nights three or four
Is it my tears or a down-pour?

The sunsets and the gentle breeze
Killing me in this subtle freeze
The stars and me, did they sieze?
World around me fighting the wheeze.

Can I take it more?
Will I reach a shore?
I ain't a tiger to roar
It's stripes that I wore.

Can I take it no more?
We are 'each' no more.
To me, the world right now !
Ridhu Faran Apr 2020
Aren't we all on the same boat? Traveling together.
Sinking together.
There's a hole in the boat
That we could all fix
Yet we search for life jackets.
It could just be a single wave,
That can capsize us
Into the deepest salty sorrows.
Aren't we all on the same boat?
Our ironical trust rusting
Every minute waves hitting,
Our beautiful floating boat.
Do we see a shore?
Or a beach we could reach?
We still sink in this salty truth.
Aren't we all on the same boat ?
Ridhu Faran Apr 2020
It's a full moon in the sky.
I can feel a gentle breeze.
I feel like my mind is high,
In the clouds ready to freeze.

The skeptical feelings inside me
Up and down through my blood.
I search for escapades if any,
Out of all this confusing flood.

Silence can sometimes be a sad violence!
And yet sometimes it's nothing but a deep silence.
I ask myself, "Does this all make sense?"
Finding the answer, I end up in trance.
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