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About the Poet

Kranthi Pothineni's writing reflects an intuitive understanding of life's nuances, capturing the ebb and flow of human emotions with simplicity, clarity, and depth. His poetry employs accessible language that resonates with a wide range of readers, making even the most complex themes relatable and thought-provoking. Through this approach, his work bridges the gap between the lyrical and the conversational, drawing readers into an intimate dialogue with the text.

Structure is a hallmark of his poetry, yet it is not bound by convention. Favoring an organic flow over rigid frameworks, his verses mimic the unpredictability of life itself. This fluidity invites readers to immerse themselves in the poems without distraction, allowing the natural rhythm of the lines to guide their emotional journey. Whether exploring monologues, reflective musings, or dialogues with nature, his work seamlessly blends form with substance.

The deliberate use of rhyme and repetition adds a musicality to his verses, enriching their impact without overwhelming the essence of the message. From strict rhyme schemes that challenge his creative discipline to free-form explorations that emphasize emotional depth, his poetry exemplifies a mastery of balance. These characteristics make his work not only deeply introspective but also universally accessible.

For him writing is more than an act of creation; it is a dialogue between the seen and unseen, a way to articulate the harmony found in contrasts. His empathetic voice resonates with readers, encouraging them to find their own truths within his words. Whether exploring themes of introspection, resilience, or the interconnectedness of life, his work invites readers to experience the transformative power of poetry.

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A Few Steps…

Don't ask me who I am, and where I am from. Don't ask me about my bloodline. Don't ask anything, and don't say a word, But just hold my hands and take a few steps, Just a few steps with me. I will grow trees on our path, if the sun makes fun of you. I will grace the moon in the sky, if darkness scares. I will tell jokes and make you laugh, if you are sad. With the smiles and laughs, just take a few steps, Just a few steps with me. I will hold on to you, even when you can't hold on. I will dance with you, even when your shade flies. I will sing lullabies on your cold winter nights. While dancing and singing, just take a few steps, Just a few steps with me. Don't ask me who I am, and where I am from. Don't ask me about my bloodline. Don't ask anything, and don't say a word, But just hold my hands and take a few steps, Just a few steps with me.

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A Magical Season

I saw blue sky over a blue sky, Mountains flying with the clouds. A million stars sparkling on artless sky, And the trees running by my side, While I was singing in silence. I saw a sun kissing a sun, Ocean playing with the birds. A million fishes dancing in air, And sand grains walking along, While I was writing in breeze. I saw a moon gazing a moon, Night fighting with a light. Hot fire talking with cold snow, And rainbow painting with me, While I was swimming in salt.

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A Ship that Didn't Reach the Shore

Free from the shivering cold of life, Free from the fragile and brittle murmur, Freely now drifting down to the bottom of the sea. Here forever our souls will rest in peace, Along with the shipwrecks that carried our hopes. Hopes of a child, a mother, a love, and a life, Hope of a journey that will sail through our night, And hope of a home far from our homeland. But little we knew that our night would spread its shadow; Now, from the bottom of this sand, our souls will flap their wings. To carry the hopes of the passing ships above our doom, Against the shivers and shadows of the night. When these ships reach the shores, we will smile and cry; We will smile in the smiles that smile at them, And we will cry in their silent tears of pain.

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Candle in Wind

Storm is at the bay, Light is going away. Darkness filled in way, Heart is empty to pay The last lit of its ray. In its pursuit of gay, Years passed like day. With no words to say, Closed eyes to pray For the smell of clay. Rain is going to spray, To wet time in grey. Sure for long to stay, With nothing left to slay, Music of pathos on play. There will be no hay, Nor someone's prey, But only memories of May, And the words of nay, To be part of my lay. Wind left me to stray, Like an empty tray. But light said ay, Don't ever get dismay, Life is not just today.

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Change

Many say, I want change. I want change in my time, I want change in my life, I want a change badly, I want change, many say. They pray for change, They wish for change, They look for change, But they will not change. They just wait for change. It never happens to them, It will never ever happen, By a mere prayer or wish. It must start from within, With tons of determination. Change is not so easy, You must break your spine, So it demands willpower, The will to make change, The will to see change. Only then things will change, Only then time will change, Only then life will change. So go and make that change, To see the bliss of change.

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Difference

The tree, the bird, the fish, the beast, creation none deny, Each kind its own, yet side by side beneath the endless sky, No sage or seer need prove this truth, for all can see it lie, The core of life is difference vast, no voice can falsify. Within each kind, new forms emerge, the mango, neem, and pine, The eagle soars, the whale dives deep, the lion guards its line, No two the same, yet all belong, their ways in life combine, The mark of truth is living full, in paths by gift divine. Within the mango countless types, within the cats we find, Within the whales unnumbered forms, within the eagles kind, Layer on layer, depth on depth, creation intertwined, The wealth of life is not in one, but many forms aligned. And in one house, one blood, one name, still many hearts reside, Born under roof of single shade, yet different worlds inside, To live is not to be the same, but truth in self applied, The soul is rich when it walks its truth through countless stride.

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Echo

Belief once rose, a tower of flame. World raged on, yet it called no name. Stone after stone, the verdicts fell. Still the mute echo carried them well. Truths of the eye pressed sharp and clear, The crowd unyielding, the judgment severe, A voice within trembled, a tear to concede, Yet deeper it echoes, "Hold both tear and seed." Weight of the world bent pillars to dust, Silence endured, a cracked vessel of trust. What is silenced still speaks in stone, Yet within the marrow, belief would remain. Night has no end, yet night will decay, Silence the only path, hoping to find its way. Seed may shatter and turn to stone, Yet the very stones will build a new throne.

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Empty

Mornings, I awake in your thoughts. My first breath starts in your memories. Day goes on in your mythical presences; Life's short time with you makes me sleep. You walked away, leaving me behind. I stayed back, watching you move away. But never wanted you to be back again, Instead, loved living in bestowed memories. Now I am alone in this world of true lies. Truth is my loneliness, and it's the lie too. Truth is my love, and it is the lie too. Truth is my being, and my being itself is lie. Now I wonder on each and everything I see. I feel as if it's my first and last encounter. I live the moment, and I leave the moment. I carry forward nothing but just my emptiness.

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Firefly

See through the lens of silences. It's a loudness draped in calmness, A calmness wrapped in loudness, It's a wrap-drape of care in and out, A care that dares to hug in hush. Walk through the trail of silence. Rail the bump of lump it holds; Linger in its heavy, lumpy tone. It's a scream drowned in the pour, A pour that swore to care more. Listen through the eyes of silence; An eye that treasures its salt deep. Lets its color bleed, pure and true. Held its stream, gleam, and dream, A dream that keeps its sleep deep. Sleep through the dreams of silence. Bow and walk through the road of noise. Swallow the mighty lump on path's bump. Dare to care in ache, break, and quake; Through the face of silence breathes Firefly.

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Grand

In every wrinkle, a story is told, A treasure more precious than silver or gold. Hands that once built, still steady and kind, Carry the wisdom no books ever find. Your lap's a haven, your words a song, Where hearts feel safe, where souls grow strong. The world feels softer when you are near, A gentle voice we hold so dear. My parents are your most precious gifts, Through them your love forever uplifts. The life you've lived, the strength you've shown, Becomes the roots from which we've grown. Your laughter is gentle, your silence profound, In you, the roots of our family are found. Through storms and sunshine, you quietly stand, A shelter, a beacon, forever so grand.

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He

He is a language of silence, A grammar with no tense, A sentence that's unsaid, A meaning never understood. He is a book unread, With pages of sacrifices, A cover worn for newborn, A story felt only in absence. He is a subject often unseen, Not in the frame, but in between, Defined by all, described by none, Present in all, acknowledged by none. No language can express him. No books can tell his tale. He is a subject untold, A knowledge unclaimed.

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In Resemblance of Them..

For I stand here, in resemblance of them, For them who are longing in huts of shame, Whose doors are not knocked for long, Whose hearts mourn in silence of night. For them, I stand here to wage this fight. By stretching my wings wide, I will fly, High into blue sky from these walls I'll fly. My wings, each flap, will tap those muted hearts; Its wind will travel along to dry the wet cheeks. Its rumbling thunder sound will make them rise, To rise out of their shameful huts into fame, And to break their chains of past into past. For I stand here, in resemblance of them, For them who are tired, fighting for long, Whose hopes are buried deep in hearts' well, Whose last lit of light is about to smoke. For them, I stand here to hold this fight. Like tireless ocean tide, I will fall and rise; Will rise like burning sun from deepest valley. My rise will make the longing ones smile, And the fall will fire them like a burning sun. For my tides will end at their hearts' shore, Its songs will echo deep in their hearts' well, And will light the darkest nights with its light. For I stand here, in resemblance of them..

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Just...

The tree gave blossoms to the wind, Its fruits to strangers, shade to kin, Its wood to fire, its seeds grown thin, And when the axe fell, it stayed within. The river bent for fields in need, It tore its course so roots could feed, It paused for light, for blight to meet, It flowed, though knowing the sea will eat. The mountain bends for paths to pass, When drilled, it gave to its last dust, Was torn to stone, to sand, to crust, Yet held its silence with echoing cracks. The tree gave all, yet bore the blade, The river flowed though end was made, The mountain cracked, yet silence stayed, At the end, the seasons consume just…

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Known Unknown

I don't know whom my eyes saw the first time, Either I knew what the first word I had spoken. Or even my first step that I took to stand; Neither the first thing that made me smile, Nor I knew the taste of my eyes' fresh water. I don't even know my first face of anger, Either the first thing that made me fear; Or even when I ran for the first time in life. Neither my first word that I wrote on a sheet, Nor I knew the pain of my first wound. I don't know when I had dreamed the first time, Either I knew what the first fruit I had; Or even my first game that I had played. Neither the first word that I had heard, Nor I knew the first rain I had seen in life. I don't know when I started to feel all these, Either knew the reasons of their birth in me; Or even when will their breath end in me. Neither their rhyme nor rhythm in next tick, All that I knew is what they had made me…

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Land is Planned

My foolish beat asked me, why? Why night rhymes well with fight? Why it rhymes with quite and bright? Why it also rhymes with the light? Tell me why? asked my foolish beat. My beat continued its foolish beat, By saying, why pain rhymes with rain? Why it rhymes chain as well as stain? Why it rhymes well with main and gain? Tell why all these words rhyme? it asked. Its noise went on and on and on, asking, Why hi rhymes very well with bye? Why this sky rhymes with fly? Why cry with eye and lie with die? And it asked, why 'why' rhymes 'shy'? So I answered my restless foolish beat: If I say true, then it will rhyme with blue; If I do wrong, it will rhyme with strong. And in the end, birth rhymes with earth, So this land and planned rhyme well too...

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Lead Me My Path

My path, where the river flows clean, Where words will not be mumbo jumbo. Where land is not green on the other side, Where birds will fly even in night, By singing lullabies to sleeping drums. Lead me there, my path, to wage myself. Where blood is not thicker than water, Where every cloud has a silver line. Where I awake on the right side of my bed, Where I can wear my heart on sleeve, By walking on a bridge with no water under. Lead me, my path, where I can see pigs fly. Where a leopard can change his spots, Where shoulders are never cold. Where evil is not slapped on wrist, Where I can happily hold my horse, By watching my soul and me doing tango. My path lead, lead me to this land of paths.

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Let Life Beckon

Naked comes a child onto this land of life. He brings smiles along with his tearless cry; And no earthly words can express his tight hold, He trusts his heart into the heart of life. Onto an unknown land, he brings hope of life. He looks at everyone and everything in the same light. He cries for food but cries not on its taste, And smiles in sleep with no dreams of a dream. He breathes his life into the life of life; On an unknown land, he gives birth to life. Life unfolds its colours to his naked eyes, Sings about its land's glory and war heroes; Shows the thorns beneath the rose he craves, Tells him how to hold his horse while it drinks, And makes the milky one part of its game of time. Ay, the Moon and Sun of life behold him, Until the course of life guides his ship to its shore. But feed him not from your cup, nor eat from his; Let him drink from the fountain of life while it drinks his, So his fool's path sings wisely to make him naked again.

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Mirror

I am black, and I am white. I am full, and I am empty. I am brave, and I am timid. I am good, and I am wicked. I am everything, but I'm none. My voice is not truly mine; Either are my smile and tears. I just plainly follow my script, And I simply play my role. I do it well, but I don't do it. For I'm a lake and a dark shade, And I break into countless parts. And I will never be the same again; My soul grows back into the infinite, But its beat and image isn't mine.

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Ma & Pa

Ma and Pa let's play peekaboo Let's make this clay dough look new Sit with me and see what I drew? Play with me and my toys, you two It's winter, let's go out and play with dew When it rains, we will dance and wet our shoe On a hot day, we will have a great nature view During spring, tell me the tales of blue Help me with my school as I grew Just sit next to me, when I get the flu Look and listen to me when I sing to you Hold my hands tight in a crowded queue Cook and feed me with yummy stew Put me to bed and wake me up; it's time to loo Bathe, clean and dress me like you do Let these days and nights flew Scream, hop and jump with me you too Laugh, hug and kiss me with woo Teach, guide and lead me through My beat, breath, and touch are pure and true Rhyme with me, and play not them to glue Paint with me, and colour it not with few Screen me, and show it not while I chew Ma and Pa, do you know this is who?

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My Friend

Life is a stranger to you and me, And we are unto each one; And each unto our very own self, Betwixt the life of you and me. Let's forever walk on this life shore; The high tides will erase our footprints, And hard winds will blow us apart, But we and the shore will remain forever. The house of life will tell us to stay, And the road of life will say to move; But let there be a moving in our stay, And staying in move, so we belong to none. Until a day when you speak with my voice, And then shall I stand before you, Thinking of me standing before a mirror; Till then, my friend, we are strangers in this life.

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My Little King

My little king, I will sing one song a day Will walk you through the fields of clay Will make you ride the high tides of may And we both will smile all along this way Unto a day when your shadow kisses the ray I will sing the unsung songs of the stray The withered tender flower's song of nay The broken rusted sword's glorious slay And we will dance while these songs play Unto a day when you ride on low tides in gay I will sing the grand songs that we pray The glittering gold songs that we prey Will sing the songs of colourful colour grey And I will hold your hands free in my stay Unto a day my crownless king sings his lay…

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O Little One, Go…

O little one, hold my hand. Learn to crawl, walk, and stand. Hold my hand until you sing, But sing not the songs of my land. Walk with me, but not my path. Play with me, but not my game. Share my bed, but not my dreams. O little one, dance to your beat's rhythm. For the tree is known by its fruit, And the ocean by its tide's glory; Tomorrow's sunrise in today's sunset, That will light the skies you wish to chase. Though my heart clings to your small hand, It knows you'll seek your own new land. So stretch your wings, unfurl them wide, And soar through skies not yet untied. For the tree now dances in the breeze, And the ocean sings of its new seas. So go, spread your wings, O little one, May your flight bloom its heart and path.

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On the other side…

What's on the other side of this tide? Is it so worthy to mount and ride? Will the endurance bring pride, Or the salt wind will claim me as its bride? What's there for a rainbow to hide, Behind its smiling colourful slide? Do I need to sail the blue ocean to guide? If so, then let blue waters be deep and wide. What's there in the eye that got dried? What's there in the wound that hadn't cried? What's there in the life that hadn't died? What's there on the other side…

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One Song A Day

My little king, I will sing one song a day. Will walk you through the fields of clay, Will make you ride the high tides of May, And we both will smile all along this way, Unto a day when your shadow kisses the ray. I will sing the unsung songs of the stray, The withered tender flower's song of nay, The broken rusted sword's glorious slay, And we will dance while these songs play, Unto a day when you ride on low tides in gay. I will sing the grand songs that we pray, The glittering gold songs that we prey. Will sing the songs of colourful colour grey, And I will hold your hands free in my stay, Unto a day my crownless king sings his lay.

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Raise the Flag

Hands of my land, raise the flag high, As high as any bird can ever fly. So high for any evil to gaze an eye, Raise it beyond the limits of blue sky, But raise it not to make the earth cry. Let the wind kissing our flag pass by, So fragrance of our land may renew the dry. The light of ours may sly the lie, And darkness may stop them to try, But pass it not to make the lands die. Raise it high only to make a peaceful tie, High for all colours to share an equal pie. Hold it strong when the hard wind tries to sly, But do hold it high during the hours of shy. Hands of my land, raise and hold the flag high.

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Rhyme

Rhyme me, said my write, Even in my daylight, As well in my dark night. On this sheet of white, Rhyme me to shine bright. Rhyme me to sing in quite, For broken hearts to fight, With all its painful might, To climb the life's height. Rhyme me to make all ignite. Rhyme me to sing with delight, To make hearts fly like a kite, In joy and happiness sight. To sing away the song of fright, Rhyme me to make an invite. Rhyme me wrong or right, To make all feel like a knight, Using the words in polite, With sharp lines in tight. Rhyme me, smiled my write.

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Shadow

In between my fingers, moon got stuck, And stars were hidden behind my hand. My golden ring circled the golden sun, And my breath moved the thick clouds. Huge waterfalls went into my dry throat, And the tallest mounts came into my fist. One eye of mine is filled with deep blue, And the other one turned into green. World of mine now looks like a tiny grain, And its walls are lost under its own cover. This whole universe looks small before me, But this shadow of mine is bigger than me...

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Silent Night

Night whispered in ears, I have no moonlight, Or the twinkling stars To make you feel glee. It whispered in ears, I have no thunder, Or the sparkling light To rain along with you. With a smile it whispered, I have no moving breeze, Or the singing demons To make you fall asleep. And for the last time, it said, I have no mercies on you, Or the kind heart for you To make your beat calm. Then I whispered back, I have you with me, Or at least this silence To help me in growing old.

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Source

The sky bears the sun, fierce fire that wakes the world, the moon drifts within it, keeper of tides and of silence, stars scatter as sparks, eternal eyes that never close, and rain descends, the vast roof sheltering all who endure. Beneath, air stirs the breath, unseen force that keeps all living, it bends the horizon, driving storms yet carrying calm, steadying the wing in flight while leaving no trace of its hand, and whispers through leaves, a voice that moves the still world. Fire gives voice to light, revealing paths hidden in darkness, offers its warmth, yet devours all the fears, its flames consume but also shape clay to vessel, ore to steel, and in the ash left behind, memory of all transformed endures. With a new drop's path, drawn onward to the ocean vast, hardens as ice, lingers as snow, yet melts to flow again, it quenches the endless thirst of countless desires laid bare, flows as the hidden source from which all life and birth awaken. The soil holds the seed, breaking the shell so silence will echo, grounded in earth, the mountains learn to lift their gaze to sky, seasons turn upon its face, both giving and taking in time, nature yields harvest, asking nothing, yet giving without end.

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Stand

Between respect and ego runs a blade-thin line. Cross it and you lose, hold it and you bleed. Who in blood ignores or doubts you is water. What is yours never waits or asks for explanation. When ground falls beneath your feet, remain. Let the fall come, let the hurt carve through bone. Do not shift an inch, do not flinch, do not bow. Stand as the floor collapses, fall unbroken. Stand in pain, stand in silence, stand in fire. Stand when the world calls it pride or madness. Stand when all voices fade, when shadows spit. Stand alone if needed, with the grit of integrity. Standing is more than sight can measure. It is flame under ash, root beneath ruin. It is standing in thick red, enduring it dearly. It's the weight of core in the world of ashes – stand.

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Tangled

One more day sets on this unknown journey. This deep night brings back the past hours, And the coming morning light moves me forward. In between this both, my journey tangles. When I look back, the taste of salt is sweet, And the colour of the dark is pure in white. But I move ahead in search of tasty fruits, And for a colourful garden of flowers with fragrance. I passed through deserts in search of a shore, And passed through oceans in search of land. The wind always passed through, Only I stayed through the course to find myself. I know well the home of love has gates of pain, But yet, I wish for blissful and bless full love. I know the words of silence hold profound meaning, But my voice is full when the winds push and pull. I travelled long to know it isn't long, I learned enough to know it isn't enough, I endured much to know it isn't much. This journey of mine is well tangled.

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The Lost Note

I breathed from hands too shy to quote, A hush of care the heart once wrote, Born between sigh and underquote, I sailed unclaimed, a drifting boat. Through fields of hush and dreams afloat, I traced the winds where longings float, I sought the soul I swore to devote, Yet met the dusk that hushed my throat. No blame I bear, no tears I tote, For love once gave this life I denote, The night may seal what hearts emote, Yet love still hums beneath my coat. If ever hearts fade at footnote, Or if the words failed to promote, I still breathe the truth of my vote, Weighing my hush in this lost note.

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The Timeless Gurus

The mountain never asked to be named, yet maps were born at its feet. A river bends not to rule, but to teach stillness in retreat. The sunbeam parts a cloud, not to shine, but to reveal. And roots hold the tree, though no leaf turns back to kneel. The owl blinks slowly, not in sleep, but in knowing night's width. A gust that broke the branch once carried the seed adrift. Lightning writes in silence, etching meaning on darkened skies. Even rain has rhythm, a lesson in falling wise. The dune shifts shape each morning, yet keeps the moon's faint trail. A tide forgets the shore, yet returns in every tale. The flame does not preach fire, it simply burns through doubt. And moss grows where the world forgets, still green, still devout. So here I stand, not to chant, but to listen to the stone. Not to trace the Guru's face, but to sense him in my own. In every pause, in every pathless bend, he lies. The one who taught me: not all questions must have replies.

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To My First Cry

Again, I full-mooned to the day of my first cry. For a while, I paused to look back at the way, That left behind the hoofprints of nay and gay, On the layers of this soft and lofty skin of clay, To set and bet on the unknown that's about to play. A play of folds unfolding to cold or gold any day. I knew, as a new moon, I glowed like a sun to slay. After many moons, I flowed with fun to the bay, Dancing only to the beats of my heart with May, To set and bet on the unknown that's about to grey. A greying flower and a chopped tree showed a ray. The gusty wind and an insane bray had its say. Milky and silky times and primes took their pay, Sailing through these tides wide with pride, I stay, To set and bet on the unknown that's about to prey. Prey on clock, knocked and locked to walk into stray, I let this aimless be the aim I tame to claim while I pray. Beneath the heat of my beats, rhyme, and rhythm, I sway, To set and bet on the unknown that's about to spray, The full moon to circle back to the day of my first lay. My first lay of virgin tears on this joyful stay, A lay of colorful flowers on black-and-white display. Of twilight's dance of pain, main, and gain in array, On all the pith and myth of simple life's wear and fray, Only to set, bet, and rest on this voyage to decay.

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Voice

Voice of me, sing with me first, Before singing with the wind, With the rain and the mist, The night and the light, And with the nature of nature. Sing the words of past in its tune, And words of future in a new tune, But words of now, sing it true, So the new tune will be purely new, To make me sing at the top of my voice. Sing the song of night light, And the sweetness of rain drops, About the path ahead of the mist, The changing wind of this nature, To me first, before I sing to this nature.

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Waiting...

Ocean is still and calm, Breeze is cool and warm. Sun is bathing in charm, I sat down gazing it long, To hear my beat's song. Sun glowed after its bath, Water too glittered like gold. Waves danced in grace, I sat down admiring that phase, While lighting a smile on face. Clouds came and passed, Sky dressed the ocean skin. Dark shades sailed into sand, I sat down cheering its reach, Like fulfilling a deepest wish. Sun moved away from blue, Slowly its fire too got dull. So it went to rest in peace, I still sat until it's too dark, Waiting for morning to break.

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Who is Right?

Night sings about the beauty of its moon, Light about the greatness of the Sun. Moon about the warmth of silence, And the Sun about the breath of life. Heat of summer sings about its noon, The rain about the freshness of clay. Cold winter about the comfort of shade, And spring about the softness of innocence. Desert sings about its shining stars, The mountain about its peak. Forest about its richness of life, And the ocean about its hidden secrets. Love sings about the colours of life, And hate about the mystery of life. Birth about the hope of life, And death about the truth of life.

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A dream that walked beyond my dreams, A tear that never rolled down my eyes, The breath that fills my eyes and lights my smile, And a smile that smiles beyond my smile. You are a golden sun that never sets, A full moon that never fades out, A shining star of my clear blue sky, And the bright light that lights my light. The bond between tide and its shore, The unspoken oath of a shooting star, Are the words of my wordless letter. Read beyond them to see who you are...

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