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I touch, I feel...
I'm in this constant search for adventure
Sometimes, I ride high on the crests
The adrenaline rushing through my nerves, fueling my soul

Sometimes, I'm stuck somewhere in between dreams & reality,
Waiting for that perfect rendezvous of the heart and the mind
That one place, wanderers can't find...

Tossing and turning in my bed all night,
I find myself awake in someone else's dream
Whose are these dreams?
Where do they come from?

Is this where I'm supposed to be?
I gaze through the sepia toned visions
It's dark everywhere but the Moon is watching over me.
She glides through the clouds,
Giggling like a frivolous young girl...

Perhaps, it's not her but me
She reminds me of my wild side
It's there & it's here to stay.
The sky stands still like a mirror
He holds an avatar of the woman I must become.

It's a dangerous road to get there
I've to risk everything that I ever was...
Call the bluffs before they're played
Yet wear my heart on my sleeves.

But most of all, I need to pick my road
And escape from this stranger's dream...

Oh dreams! you tricky dreams...
I can't find my way out.

I'll wait for the clouds to clear
My heart beats in anticipation for surprises...
November is here....
I think, the dawn is near.

Following the trail of the Butterflies...

I roam freely in the fields of golden grains,

The Sun shines brightly behind the shoulders’ of the mountains

A swarm of butterflies dance to the tune of the northeastern winds

I witness the graceful tap of those tiny wings;

The opening and closing of a universe full of secrets.

Wings like soft petals of heavenly flowers,

Wings full of colours and stories,

Turning into a kaleidoscope of my life…

Where do they come from?

Where do they go?

Theirs is a relentless search of beauty

Just like the dream, I chase on my two feet…

Making their way through the dense forests,

They carry the pulse of the wild and the mysterious.

Once they reach the gardens of daffodils,

Their souls blend in with the mood of the season.

I look around

I don’t see them anymore

Suddenly it’s winter,

Fields clad in thick foam of white snow

I close my eyes, a world moves inside me

I open my eyes to the scene of wings fluttering out of a cocoon

And it’s spring once again...

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That's when we were free...

When we laughed without a care in the world, 
Our masks let gone of; 
All our fears vanished into the thin air.
That's when we actually met, 
That's when we were free...

Just make her smile...

Like a rock, she rolls

Hitting pavements, crossing shores,

Each strike adds another coat of strength,

The scars so countless, yet so defining

A sculpture so formed, so her...

As days change into seasons,

More sheen to her body and mind

Some seasons were dry and unkind

But what could break her now?

She stood firm like a rock

With no chains and stark-naked honesty.

Her inner flame, her only soft spot,

A light too bright to stay veiled,

So it reflects on her texture when she smiles.

You want to know her?

Just make her smile.