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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

The Climb

Sounds unfair..
An argument..
Over reluctant despair..
Held ignore for so long.
Sordidly unchanged..

Sulking along.
Endless wait..
Twitchy eyes don’t stop looking..
Undress the crave..
Go crashing with the waves..
Leave bereft by the shore.




Find a rock..
At the end of your block..
Roll up your sleeves..
Pulling up your creed..
Nail the climb..
By getting a sweaty grip..
Tis okay if you slip..

There's no rise unless you dip.
Take the plunge..
Go with the grunge..
Falling doesn’t baffle..
There’s ease while you stifle.
And when the ride gets steady..
Shell out the needy.
Stitch that soggy wound..
Clean the bleeding scar..
Once it turns itchy..
Dust away the black tar..
Push to seek at par..
Cause..
On arrival at the peak..
Every sight gets bleak..
Breathing clouds while you freak.
As the journey ends..
Left out marks seldom bends.
While you stand..

Staring down..
From above..

That let's you see nothing..

But a burning covet.

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