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A child asked a question.

"what's the happiest time? Is it past or future?"

The teacher replied

"it's neither. It's the moment you are living now. That is the happiest. "

Because life is always shifting. Live the moment!!

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Someone asked the teacher a question. Someone from the backbench. The teacher doesn't recall him. But listened.

" what is the most painful thing ever to happen to a human being?"

Voices whispered.

"Isn't it obvious?"

" it is death! Isn't it?"

The teacher smiled and said.

"memories. The heavy burden of memories."

The class fell into a silent whisper.

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Sometimes you wish some moments to come back

And sometimes you create the exact time and place just to live another good moment.

But all that effort is in the drain because it never happens. And the first memory will never be recreated. But becomes cherished and beloved scenes in the back of your head.

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Another day, A new thought

Another day, just like usual

A little sip of tea with my daily's

A morn full of bright white daisies

In the garden, I stared

Life is still good

Thriving through the thorny plants

In a garden similar to this.

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Gold in every glitters

My eyes shine like gold

When I see a like,a comment on this post

Sure it is not gold.

The marble I lost.

I found it and it was

Enough gold to my child like hands

The small penny my mom gave

To spend on the carnival

Was a good valued gold.

The snake i saw near the damp pipe

Was surely glowing but never gold.

The mango tree that wept throughout

The whole rain, was shimmering

In the golden showers of the sun.

The mangoes which were ripe

Was enough gold for me.

The cup I won for my recital

Surely has a golden glimmer

But yes it was enough gold for me.

The small ring that I got as a present

For my 13th birthday

Was a good enough gold for me.

The shining feather of the peacock

With the colors of rainbow

Was a good catch of gold.

Now tell me people

All the glitters are no gold

For me, my childhood is gold

A single penny worth a chocolate is gold

A ticket to the movies are one

A small token of appreciation

The mellow smell of the mangoes

The glittering rain drops

My mother's scented and

Shiny nail polish

Even your polished shoes shines

Every star that shines

Even the moon and endlessly bright sun.

Now tell me clearly.

That every glitters are no gold.

Every corner of my heart

Is filled with glimpses of gold

I can gather.

You can collect the gold

While I collect the memories

And cherish them as

Little glimpses of gold.

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Gracious to these lives

Where I can sleep with hunger

Gracious to the people

Who raise with no thirst and hunger.

Feeling fine with just an empty stomach

And doing chores with that

I feel super fine.

Now the TV shows the news

Of war victims,

The scenes never bothered.

"It was not me" I said.

My parents scolded

Just a pinch of empathy

Just mercy

"No" I said. A definite, firm NO

Why ..Why does it matter

Another corner of the world.

It's them and its theirs

Not mine ...not ours.

The way to school was crowded

Everyone parading, protesting

Against war

I never turned my head

Neither my eyes flinched

It was them. Until it isn't them.

Years later I realised the sorrows

I would face near the reactor bursts

The radiation and the cruelty.

It was no war. But a cry of helpless people.

Crying death of the victims

Victims who survived

Now I know

Now I know the feeling

The feeling of death carving

The feeling of death slowly carving

From inside, from the core.

The cries of loved ones

Near me, they are fleeing far away.

Yes it was no war.

But some careless mistake.

Like careless reason to start a war

To wage one.

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The stars singing silent song

The moon breathes and glitters

The wind has a soft whisper

The water with its shining drops

The music sweet to my ears.

From every now and then

Shadow run and jump

The trees walk and water dances

Just my eye and ears

I hear these with mine.

Every now and then

Cats talk and wear suits

And dogs have walking sticks.

The path that leads to the clinic

Was thorny and colorful

It kept prancing in my eyes.

And one day the doc said

That I am a little nut case.

It was no wonder

When I saw him as a doodling

Donkey with a thick frame spects

Silently went with the guard

To the other nut cases.

Just now and then

The stars tickle and laugh

With immense pleasure

I weary you

This is not easy to read

This is a madman's words.

No word is for me.

No picture is reflected as In my eye.

In a world full of differences,

I was viewed differently.

I have sights of the god.

I see things you can't

And hear that you can't.

Thus iam god and good

Now inside the windows of the

Specially built 'palace' of mine

With my other inmates

I view the world

With quite difference.

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Eyes

I have glittering eyes

The eyes glittered seeing you.

Each moment is just a glance

To look towards and not get caught

Each time I draw

You get more real

And then there are portraits of you

Hanging around my wall

Each time I close my eyes

I see we embrace and having those moments

Each time I close my eyes

You are gone and now I have fantasies

Fantasies of you

Just to keep your loving self alive

The moment we meet your eyes

Mine lingers you and yours walks away

Again I tried to tie yours with mine.

Still you walk away.

Now I am clinging onto the sweatshirt

Embracing myself

Just your denial is enough

To feed me alive

To keep me alive

And now iam suffocating

Just an angry look is enough

To quench me and make me alive

And here you are before me

On the desk, with head down

Fiddling with that pen you carry.

I am still looking.

Waiting for you to feel my gaze.

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Your's me

I was in sorrow, and in gloom

The moment I saw you

walking out of the door

My eye filter changed its hue.

Now iam new and you

Filled me with something

Divine and hard to forget.

I was seeing you the nth time

But still I see a new you.

Everytime I sees you

It becomes new and renewed

In your glory let me be alive.

And when you look into me

Something blasts and

An enormous echo of your call

Soft,brittle but strong yet luring

Now I am with tons or zillions

Watching you while waiting for you

To look in to me

And in that deep moment

Something will spark in me

A new life ,a new journey.

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Nature:Me and You

When I was blooming

Dearly with scented petals

I was crunched and crushed

By your nasty foot.

I was a small drop of light

Gazing beneath the field

But you were the sudden rain

That came with me.

You are the puddles and Rocky road

Of my dream filled path.

You are the agony of my unforeseen future.

I was the shimmering glass

With rainbows by my side.

Now I am the shattered

Broken pieces of mirrors

That has a thousand yous.

You are the storm

Lies every corner of my sea.

You are the dazzling light

To my peaceful sleep.

You were my sleepless nights

When I craved for a nap.

You are the bitterness in my coffee.

You are the calm I never called for.

You are the unsought kindness.

You were the happiness at my funeral.

And a bunch of lilies to my wedding march.

You are the cold breath to my shivering skin.

You were with me

Beyond and before

Your yang to my yin.

Like every breath draws

And every, exhale you were there

You are the night to my morn,

Moon to my sun,

Darkness to my light.

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All my eyes on you

From the moment

I watched you

I knew, I can't

But just tried, and never won

The moment I saw you trying

I lost my game.

And I was already a goner,

While you stood high.

With the trophy higher,

Now iam in finals.

I still see you try.

I sought you, watched you,

Eager and meek,

You winning every round.

Your spirit rising up.

And never down.

Like the steam from hot water.

But mine is like rain.

Never ending

Downfall, rainfall

Never stopping, but flooding.

Always a mess.

Puddles here, puddles there;

Cracked roads,

With no safe path,

Dreams dying,

Visions passing,

And never a glimpse of victory.

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OH! How I hate...

I hate that feeling;the one

That makes you useless,

The one devour my health,

The one keeps me in bed,

The one sores my throat.

Oh I hate that feeling

Of helplessness, of tiredness

The one stiffens my body

And makes waterfall from my nose

I hate that feeling of sickness

I hate how I always slump into bed

The pain of redened eyes

The pain of broken mind

The pain of high fever

I hate being sick

I hate being prickled from inside

I hate this...oh I hate this...

Tablets I swallow are

Unable to release me.

The hot brewed tea my mom served

Tinkled my innards.

Now I am thinking,

When will this ordeal pass.

And in such desperate moments,

I remember how this too shall pass.

And I waited for that time.

I still wait now.

Counting days which I have.

I still patiently awaits.

Do you know I feel?

Do you feel the same?

Oh how much longer?

To suffer this pain

Death is much painless

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A Day is something

A Day is good,only when you

Feel fine,filled with spirit

A day is always great

When your body is good.

A day doesn't be great

When you go party

Or when you enjoy a date or sleep

Or when you chat and laugh

A day is always cheerful

When you have no one

Killing you from inside.

A day is killing

When you can only hope to be better

A day is always better

When you feel how good your body.

A day won't move faster

When you live to eat, talk and dream

A day feels wrecked,

When you have beings tearing

You apart with joy and spirit.

A day feels useless,

When your body is as hot

As a volcanic eruption.

A day goes fast when you feels

Tasteless,tired and endlessly sleepy.

A day gets ruined when you can't

Enjoy the little joys around you.

A day is a disaster when you feel

Your legs want a rest.

And your muscles are strained.

A day gets worst

When you have to move

Even though you cannot.

A day is a painful sore

When the money can't come

Unless you move and make words.

The days gets ruined

When you realise you can't rest

In this busy world and every second

Is as valuable as gold and silver.

A day gets into a leap full 'O' curses

When you can't lay down and

Drink healthy drinks when you want .

And then you forget the feeling

Of spirit and health

Until you realise you are getting worse.

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One word : "MATH"

Have you ever felt a rumble

When you hear the numbers

The fear you feel hurting your brain.

The numbness when you hear the calculus.

The goosebumps when we see the math

Is that normal,or is it me?

Or the sudden snooze when it comes

The sweet lull when the teacher lulls

The lulluby of numbers

And when I hear math, only one thing

Sleep and doze,it's a mixture of both

And the awkward swaying

And head dancing which then leads

To the drooling that catches her eye

And now you become a shame

A figure standing out

Dozing again

Inside, the books flies and words scatter

Outside it's just you and your shadow

Oh...what a wonderful day will it be.