November Rain

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Streams found their ways in layers,
Walls tried to look mystically humane.
The ecosystem rejoiced in symphony,
As I thanked the November Rain!

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On the other side of the mirror !

Couldn’t help! Had to reblog. One of the best poems I’ve read lately.
Do give it a read.

Also, visit her blog for some mesmerizing poetry.

Vinny Kaur

I see a shadow on the other side of the mirror.
I see in it the beatific innocence.
I see in it a paragon of virtue.
I see in it a curve of peace.
I see in it a radiant beauty.
I see in it a vanquisher of the dark.
I see in it a love so alluring.
I see in it an unraveling mystery.
I see in it a quizzical expression.
I see in it a savor of the fresh.
I see in it an untold tale.
I see in it a desire of life.
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I see in it a fear of death.

I see in it a world far, far more beautiful.
I see in it a heaven far, far more fascinating.

I see a shadow on the other side of the mirror.
Unknown of its appearance.
Unaware of its outset.
Its not my shadow self.
Not of any other individual.
But…

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The Lethal Game

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Casually strolling,
Wondering about the ifs & the elses.
A deep hissing sound
Knocks out his senses.

A powerful kiss
Reveals the true intensity.
The hunters strike,
In utmost propinquity.

The potion strong,
The notion unclear.
The stroll crooked,
And the prey in fear.

Hallucinations smile
As windows open.
Blinding occurs
As he receives the token.

Kaleidoscopes shatter
As colors disintegrate.
Faces glitter
Like crazy diamonds on a date.

Metamorphosis dawns
As the pupils dilate.
Fangs appear
As the potion dictates.

He finds himself stealthily strolling,
Trying to sniff the fear around.
Brings back treat for the team,
His very own deep hissing sound.


“Hallucinations seem real
As lines blur.
Look out for the snakes.
“Cause snakes never purr!!”

Dancing Till Eternity

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Amidst the snowflakes we could really feel,
Around the little hearts we could clearly see,
Among the chirps we could easily hear,
We would be dancing without any fear.

Oblivious to those blindfolded eyes,
Unbeknownst to the balance she holds,
Far from the streets of right and wrong,
We would be dancing without a song.

Above the labyrinths engraved in sand,
Above the fences hiding in the air,
Beyond the revered land of columns and rows,
We would be dancing amongst highs and lows.

Far from the rhythms of yes’s and no’s,
Far from the whispers of laws silly,
Far from the world of “them” and “us”,
We would finally be dancing
As you and me.

The Tragedy Of Thoughts

Thoughts!
Falling on the head
Like fierce raindrops.
Totally unafraid
Like a slinky on the top.

Thoughts!
Travelling to and fro
From molecules to the space.
Taking intricate snapshots
From place to place.

Thoughts!
Waiting to reveal
The stories unearthed.
Like an innocent child
With an unending thirst.

But the master!
He closes all the windows
To shield the child?
And then makes silly innuendos
Keeping those stories mild.
The innocent screams
Become mannered talks.
And the child tamed as a captive.
Well! That’s the way people flock.

Club Silencio

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Up raised the hands
Which was all I could see
The baton was shivering
As if curious to know the key

And then came the clarinet
With its poignant piece
The sax & the trumpet
Elevated the vivid caprice.

The floating notes
Channeled in towards me
As if being sucked in
By the “barren sea”

The lost soul had found the pitch,
As the words started to mould in
Eyes closed, hypnotised
I had totally synced in.

Suddenly a devilish echo filled the room
As the beat abruptly stopped.
And there was the draped horseman hitting again
Shining his double edged sword.

Terrorised, I turned back
And no soul, no podium was in sight.
In their place, lied the endless desert,
Spewing fire like a dragon in plight.

And there was the placard
With something written in blood red.
My feet riveted, soul stupefied,
As my lips read –

“Life is a labyrinth
Everything is a propaganda
‘Cause deep down you know,
No hay banda!”

Inspired by – Franz Kafka & David Lynch.

The Waiting

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There was fall in my mind,
As I picked up the autumn leaves.
And I kept on walking,
Amidst the naive breeze.

The birds, they cawed,
As if they knew the routine.
And there she was,
And that countenance keen

The attire that once swept my heart,
Was a broken soul like the nonchalant air.
Still the fighter managed to smile
As if she was sure I was there.

Thousand words were left unspoken
But that gaze, it exhaled life.
With eager eyes I looked at her
But she went right ahead without a strife

My reluctant thoughts were sure this was it,
As she folded the satin in a crease,
And dropped it just beside the stone,
That said “Rest In Peace”.

The fall ended as autumn dawned in.
But there was no sorrow.
‘Cause I knew,
There will again be a fall, tomorrow.