An Older Childhood

    At an age of 80, My boyhood is back, Unleashed from duties, Divorced with stress. Heart craves for junk, Playing with kids seems fun, Mind innocently thinks, And I often forget my things. I weep a lot, Sometimes without a rhyme, or on a random thought. I laugh Continue Reading

Away From Home

Far from home, Amidst dearest pals. Food was missed, Sweet memories were ringing bells. Excelling in life, Made him smile. With whom to share? He was alone on an isle. Friends are the family you choose, He propitiated himself. Shared a piece of heart, Faking the smiles is an art. Continue Reading

Alone

Alone on a ground a tree stands, No one waters, every one can. Need of love The Sun understands. Throwing over the light to Make it visible, But every one is blind In their own gardens. Tree is a metaphor for a person.

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