Life ends in mid of the way!

This poem is a small reflection to what I have experienced after my elder sister's demise. It comes from my deepest heart. I miss her! 

Standing amidst the woods,

She smiled at me from far away.

Her body illuminated white radiance;

The glow grows stronger day by day.

Sometimes I try to reach her,

But somehow I always lose my way.

Sometimes I feel her next to me,

When at nights, I recite a melancholy lay.

In her sights she wants me to know,

The story of her life, maybe slay.

If I can, I want to help her,

But I have no hints to how I may!

Her smile hides a plethora of emotions,

Of sorrow, grief, despair and dismay.

But I need her to know, what she lost was a life;

It ends as such, always in mid of pain or mid of gay.

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Translucent

Some live in the darkness

Survive in the hues too mysterious

But have the tendency to, if they want

Turn dead nights into sparkles

Some live in the spotlight

Breathe in the fragrance of money

Lingering is the richness in their style

In their manner, fame and hypocrisy resides

Some acquire ways out like both

Sincerity in the light and peace in the shout

Rich but humble, feeble though stout

These some are elegant but dangerous of all.

I am in the physical world with no true face

In the search of true soul I found a maze

So decided who treats me good is the best to me

Whether the darkness, hypocrisy or ruler of both it be.

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Wounds

Illuminating shadows of you;

So enigmatic your ambiance.

How did I fall for the master of darkness?

No pity, no patience!

Those feline eyes and the gaze,

Rapturous poise and rhythmic grace.

All that you denied to share,

But I still embraced.

Falling for you is like,

Falling for a star, that one,

Away from all, who wants to be,

Nobody, no one.

Then at last we ought to know,

Quotidian the moon take rounds,

And bears the fragile heart and poor soul,

Tragedy of lethal separations and immortal wounds. 

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She's Nothing

The woman you see in me,

You call her extraordinary.

She keeps calm, when tensed.

She is quiet and placated;

Her rage is fenced.

She works day and night

above you all.

But homes no ego that is tall.

How she raises those kids all

alone.

And sheds not a tear when forlorn.

But deep inside her soul,

You haven’t dived.

Her oceanic eyes brings a tide

in the dead of every night.

That’s when the queen wears

the flooding emotional crown.

Go not so near, or you’ll be drowned.

When soon the dawn’s steps are seen

coming in a hurry.

Her heart turns simple.

Her face is worn out and weary.

Oh! Not to think about her that much.

That woman you see in me;

She’s nothing.

Just an extended version of ordinary.

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Stay

Oh thee love of mine!

Hear me call,

From the heart that grieves.

Whence thee came from?

To where thee went?

In the search of faith,

Never was made.

For thee not believe,

In the sanity I feel.

How loved I am,

When thou next to me.

As I tend to care,

But thou can’t see.

I run faster, catch

Pace to pace, match

Breath to breath.

Touch thou heart,

With my humble gaze.

Betwixt me and thou is

The sanctified love.

Thou look for.

They say, such faith

Was nowhere laid.

But be true thy to yourself.

Accept the emotions of mine.

It melts your fate.

Darling, realize the love.

Love that’s pious.

Love and faith.

Oh thee admiration of mine!

Hear me call,

From the heart that grieves.

Stay!

End the voyage,

Turn back ways.

Come to me forever.

I never let you down again.

So stay for our love.

Please do stay!

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Glitters

They ain’t strange

Who keep away from glitters;

For, their life may be dull

But it doesn’t turns out to be bitter.

That glitter I see in the speeding cars.

The way it shimmers in the beer glass.

And it flickers in the gloss of hair.

That glitter and shine, I don’t like either.

I see my sparkle in the old classics and coffee.

When we sit together in corner for years,

They give me what peace, what grace!

Your glitter and shine can't ever beat them or please me.

Your bubble reputation is doomed;

Your fame would be no longer groomed.

It has always faced extinction like litter.

Dear fellow, listen to what they say- false glitter will be bitter!

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Hold On

Hold on you,

The dreamer,

The preacher of hopes,

As for your dreams,

Truth isn’t the utmost.

Please stop here.

And embrace the life,

Which is near.

For the dreams,

They are endless my friend;

And the life is too small,

For spending each of them.

So keep away

from the path of uncertainty,

And be visual to the world.

It is where you belong to be.

Hold on the dreamer,

The devotee of wishes.

And for a moment,

Live the life,

Live it here.

It is truthful to you

As no dream, no hope, no wish,

None can ever be.

So please, hold on.

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Lover's Wish

Its’ not you, the cause.

It’s not me, the reason.

Oh calm down, my dear.

It’s just the process, I blame,

That gives us this fear.

You don’t want to lose me.

I want to keep you forever.

But darling, look at us,

Fights continue like

blood draining tears.

Why not let’s forget it?

Forget it and come to me.

I hold you in my arms.

We create the trust again.

We create the love again.

No more fear, no more pain.

We’d be happy back again.

And it may be the process

we follow,

For every fight that comes next,

And every pain that comes tomorrow.

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That friend of Me

I had this silent but

A friend so close to me.

We never talked too much,

Yet he knew all of my history.

We lived together always,

But for the world,

Our friendship was such a mystery.

Once, in a world growing faster

than the cosmos,

I left that friend back alone,

In the greed to win a success spree.

And today, when I sit alone here,

I miss that friend,

He was like a twince of me.

Our mind, soul and heart were all alike.

I need that friend so much now,

When the world seems

not good enough to be seen.

Do you know him?

Who was he?

A friend so kind,

Like none had been.

I, myself,

Was that best friend of me.

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Manipulative

When a politician stands up,

For the people and the nation;

When terrorists slaughter,

In the name of God;

When you do a noble deed,

But your name isn’t there;

When you die and people cry,

In pity for dead;

Isn’t like an airplane landing

in a rail road.

All too manipulative,

Just as kittens barking and sun

setting in the east.

You see, human mind is the

cause to creation.

And human mind is the 

cause to debacle of all.

We survive realizing it,

but without questioning it.

We, in a world too

manipulative.

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Too Late

Take care. Goodbye,’

I said to you.

Decades ago, once,

In the august noon.

Yet here we sit,

Hand in hand.

Why so,

Under this lovely moon?

I asked you to keep upon,

The word to leave me alone.

Never to meet you again,

With love flowing in my veins.

And I tell you tonight and every night,

What a lover may speak,

To a lover,

All about myself, my life.

The time you left me,

Time of despair that may be.

Every single second passed,

Like light years full of memories.

And now I see,

Why I wait for so long!

As for a goodbye,

It was too late, for you to be gone.

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What is Life?

So what is life after all?

Just a dance upon the grave!

Love is bound to come,

And so is hate.

Mercy, pity, sympathy,

For those not in equilibrium.

Admiration, lust, desire,

For those we need close to us.

Guilt and shame,

Comes to the coward.

War and peace,

Comes to the brave.

It all then ends up,

Under the name of death.

And what is life after all?

Just a dance upon the grave!

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Mirror

While my eyes wandered one winter afternoon,

Around the ‘cross-road dark miserable saloon,

I caught sight of that visage,

Wearing a devastated, forlorn blaze.

I stalked at him for long,

To know what has been so wrong.

And for a time we looked at each other’s moron face,

But none of us made slightest of the haste.

After a day passed or two,

I gave him a smile to move.

The face became restrained from gloomy.

I felt better and left the saloon none to roomy.

On the footpath, about the infirm man I thought.

Whom I made happy, whose was the morose face I saw?

Why that face stared at me in such a terrible horror?

What caged his ecstasy behind that small dark mirror?

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