Eternity is a creation of the mind...

walking with you on the lonely streets,
in the green bushes,
I always realised while holding your hands,
'this is the idyllic existence
that I yearned for."
'twas a sylvan plain always;
each and every moment with you,
as if each one was eternity.

yet,when I came home,
I realised,
Eternity is a creation of the mind.
it ends where you want it to,
where you start thinking of your existence.
and in a moment, everything is swapped.

the heat of your body,
that gives me tranquility is far away.
I am left cold, aloof,
far away from you.
yearning for you.
indulging myself in nostalgia.

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A free bird is set to fly

free bird is set to fly
high high up in the sky
turns its eyes towards the clouds
and yearns to learn the height of the high

it flaps its tinsel wings
avoids the common rings
it pines to be there
the horizon ends where

the thrill of flying high
is the essence of life
moving in circles is the move of life
revolving in orbits marks the start of life

a free bird is set to fly
fly high and high
in orbits designed by itself
a free bird yearns to fly
for its time
it asserts its freedom!

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Unfathomable thoughts

why is life so complicated?
or is it we who make it complicated?
what do we get out of thinking so much?
why is that we aint potent to understand our own minds?
is this impotence a part of life?
or is it a part of feeling things
and then finding out that some things are just unfathomable.....

questions unanswered always make me restless.
I am a believer of the justness of things
and when life acts in an unjustified manner,
I am hell bent on finding its reasons
which I am unable to find out for ever
and then I am pressed on thinking on the same lines....

why is life so complicated?
or is it we who make it complicated?
what do we get out of thinking so much?
why is that we aint potent to understand our own minds?

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The thought of your pious touch.....

The thought of your pious touch flames this body,
My fingers run across my own body
And I feel it is you who stroked this fiery plain.
This new passion brings to life my body,
As though it was a corpse till now.
This life is that of a flower,
Caressed by the first dew drop.
These tresses tickle me,
As if at your service.
My lips utter something unknowingly,
As if they are talking to you.
My heart contracts with love for you,
And my flesh shrinks to bloom at your touch.

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