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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

Never

Had the wind been so quiet.
Never..
Had the sigh keen on being polite.
Never..
Had the night smelled the sleepless smoke..
Never..
Had the dawn painted a different stroke.
Never ..
did it felt like the clutches were loosening.
Never..
did it felt like the waves touch can go deafening.
But now till the end..
Never.
will those feet long for wet sand.
Never..
will those imprinted steps be followed to be found.
And never..
will those carved out promises be bound.
Cause never..
did they ever require a sanctuary of words.
Never..
did they free themselves to voice the voids.
That everytime plead..
But never did impede.
What’s wonderful indeed..
That nothing did exceed.
And nothing will ever repeat once more.

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