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A Boy Who Touched The Sky

sand and mud splattered on his dud he watches his shoes sinking deeper in pool a stone  at sight he doesn't want  to fight but that seems the only way to keep him cool he thrashes and there goes the stool flying through the sky a story to boast about as birds don't lie the crying soul went dashing  through the door calling foul roaring back  comes a clutter for a boy  the success matters so he gathers his wet shoes and tries to adjust the  stance forgetting the simple fact of he didn't  stand a chance and with a dance or two he runs like a fool towards the old school  with the thought  of ghosts playing dust off while his feet had started to give up rolling  over the grass bed his breath wide spread  a dragon cloud soaring high flew right amidst the floating sky the bird waved him slight  flying to go out of sight he had lost and found his try  beyond the mighty sky while fresh droplets  felt on his face  ended up the chase  rain had  made the dragon cloud to surrender a dr
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Sometimes I Like.......

Sometimes i like hiding from myself ,
sitting  in my closet where the world can't reach me .
Standing underneath the shower all drenched ,with closed eyes ,
without any thought pinching me .
Where i can see only me....

Sometimes i like the poignant shore ,
my feet in the sand going deeper,as i feel the waves .
The celestial waves which come rushing upto you ,
as wants in our lives when fulfilled , never cease to want more.
Where i can see how greedy i am....

Sometimes i like the hush sky,
my eyes often catch the glimpse of the bustling clouds,
they  blend onto each other  to form a whopping one.
As our hopes crowding us gradually  rises to a lot of expectations.
Where i can see my hopes piling up....


Sometimes i like the little birds chirping on my window,
gazing at them makes my heart filled with joy ,
hopping together in the cherry tree,
slicing food with tiny beaks among their fellow mates,
as often do we forget to share and spare time for our friends who meant a lot for us one day,
Where i can see the friends i missed out....

Sometimes i like the rains,
the downpour which makes the splashing tip tap noise ,
which shuts all other sounds rambling within ourselves,
what remains is the silence and calmness of the water while it touches the earth,
the sight of  blooming flowers twittering with their smiling flair,
Where i can smell the simplicity and innocence of the inner me.......










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