Innocence....4

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The colours inviting
the light to stay on
for more
just as the waves
ask me to caress them
I have no need 
to know 
what secrets 
darkness holds
or the ocean
hides
I smile at the waves
and they smile back
The light adds
shades to the colours
just as an inner joy
adds to the
quiet in my soul.

Afresh

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It's a new day
a new time
and a new moment
for me;
I see things
afresh
I feel fresh
every breath
is refreshing
and new;
not like a new garment
but like a new bird
never seen before
I have never known
this before:
to look at
everything afresh.
It's a new me
that is taking birth
with every breath
afresh.

Out of darkness....4

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In the darkness of sky
shines the lone star
my gaze fixed on it
my spirits lift 
me up 
and I am sucked into
the glowing star
becoming light
verily the light
and fusing into it
merging
melting
vanishing completely
no trace of mind
or ego
and just the experience
No words describe
No words needed
No nothing needed
Just bliss!

Out of darkness....3

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I am willing 
to put up with
darkness
but not silver lining
When sun's rays
start playing with
the waves
there is a dance of joy
and loneliness
has a stand
to restore
faith and spirit
and life
in water and 
in me

Out of darkness...2

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Clouds in their might

choose to tussle

with the distant sun

and cast the spell

of darkness

the sea playing 

its witchcraft 

of unknown depths

ever since Time began

My hope withering

faith floundering

spirit scampering

But the rocks whisper

their secret :

storms pass and sun 

always rises.

Out of darkness...1

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When dark clouds gather

the waves mutter silently

under their breath

forebodings of storm

The rocks unmoved

stand assurance

of not being swept away

and then

there is a sky beyond clouds

and a sun beyond the sky

showing a way

out of darkness

if only the spirit 

will believe

and stand tall.

Growing up....3

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When I couldn't decide
they tried to dictate
When I loved my body
they hated my guts
When I used my rights
they recited my wrongs
When I owned my passions
they dismissed it as fashion
When I moved with Reason
they cited it as treason
When I swore my Faith
they tore open my fate.
I learnt to protect my core
as growth pains I bore.

Growing up...2

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Oh those long letters
full of longings
and about you
and me,
words trying to
bridge distances
and leaving gaps
to be made up
by sighs
The intimacy
is such that
I am not myself
when I try
to be myself.
I wonder if all this is
a dream or for real.
Am I real
or just a floating
fancy?

Growing up..1

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Growing up
I realised
my place in the big
world - good, bad and ugly.
Growing up
I also touched
the big world inside
waiting with 
all possibilities
dreams and
powers.
Growing up
was also to
face my own
destructive arms
that could thrash
and wring
and crush
just as they knew
to care and caress.
And my 
womb.

My World...2

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Amidst all chaos
killings and explosions
violence and violations
in the world
there is still care for
grace 
and grace for care
and so despair I not.
All I need to do
is to look at
the tender leaf
a bird in flight
a baby crying
to be reminded
of all that this world
has to offer
to the willing 
trotter.