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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

Flowers In My Grave

 I want them to be white,

Talking to each other in delight...

And almost right enough...

To light up faces

While they go down the memory lane

With me while standing tough...


Put a pale tint of red

As I have said enough....

For things to change..

So want to listen as they

Arrange their thoughts courageously..

Marching through the journey

That came through without fluff..


With a flair of orange

Filled with the laughter of kids

Running along making the

Masses stop crying 

AS they look over


Don't wear the flowers down

Don't let tears of departure stick to your frown

Through heavy hearts

I would like everyone to have yellow tarts

Eating while their cheeks turn peach

It's right then, I will reach out to each one of you

And whisper a heart warming speech


Thanks for coming...



*dedicated to the ones who left us this year..

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