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(Delayed) Day 295 in 2017

Do you hear the buzz from each corner?

When all are so caught up around the table,

Deep into the mind of one another,

Ushered by the mind-blowing utterance, yet so simple.

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(Delayed) Day 281 in 2017

The temple contains heartfelt prayers;

Recited towards the open heaven,

Among the clouds of faith for the answers,

And the lights of hope without end.

(Delayed) Day 279 in 2017

What’s going on in your mind?

Can your lenses tell the world?

What are you trying to leave behind?

Can your mind cease the struggle?

(Delayed) Day 274 in 2017

Sitting quietly in the corner,

Silently converse with the self,

At the edge of losing the passion burner,

One questions the accountability of self.

(Delayed) Day 263 in 2017

The sun shines brighter when two agree;

And the day turns long and free.

The breeze sways cooler when two minds converge;

And the many lives emerge.

Day 134 in 2017

“Listen to me,”

Said the little girl, in confidence.

“I have a voice; 

It might be tiny, but never insignificant.

It’s the voice of hope, wrapped in faith,

Believing it shall make a difference,

For the sake of my fellow beings, 

Now and in the years to come.”

She lifted her hand, 

And raised her voice again, 

In determination, 

“Listen to my voice!”  

Day 128 in 2017

We sat at the corner, 

And talked, and talked, and talked 

Like an open tap of water.

The words were incessantly uttered.

There in the thick air, 

The beverage has evaporated …

But not the words. 

Day 125 in 2017

Walk the night away, 

After the rain has stopped dancing,

Along the watery pathway. 

Tell me the story worth revealing, 

The truth about the passing day.

About what love has been growing, 

In your brightly blue sky. 

Has it grown teardrop out of striving? 

Or sweat for the lack of supply? 

Tell me about what the sun has been hearing, 

From the chatterbox birds that fly,

Over the land that has been dreaming, 

Of the warmth of May. 

Tell me more as I am listening, 

Tell me more, you shan’t be shy. 

Day 23 in 2017

A night discourse among the gleam,

Brings out the zeal and makes the countenance beam.

The lights as fireflies from afar, they seem, 

Sparkling on the black canvas of our dream. 

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