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Its my firm belief that every soul deserves a great childhood, rest is your own doing, your desires, your beliefs, your karma.

Bless are all those who had a great childhood, full of family and loved ones. Away from muddy minds, corrupted thoughts, malicious feelings, pure as you were.

If you lived in a joined family, great neighbourhood and a peer pressure free childhood, consider yourselves privilege. As a human you can never get these precious experience ever again. 71gc2Z3DDJL._SX679_

निरंतर टूटते इस समाज में, जहाँ संस्कृती एक बिभित्स अंत की ओर अग्रेसर है वहाँ एक परिपूर्ण जीवन एक मृगतृष्णा है‍!

अगर आपका बाल्यकाल अपने प्रियजनो के सानिध्य मे व्यतित हुआहै तो आप इस सामाजिक बिभित्सता का अनुभव कर सकते है।

जैसे कोई वृक्ष,

वर्षो से साक्षी है,

आपके बचपन का,

आपके होने का और ना होने का

पक्षियो के उड जाने का

और खिन्न खडा

नवीन की आस में

आपके भूल जाने का

और कभी याद आने का

ऐसा प्रतीत होता है जैसे

एक अद्भुत पीडा को समय ने बाँध रखा है।

वो सारी आत्माएँ स्तब्ध है, स्तंभित है।

सुनो, अमरत्व जैसा कुछ नही होता,

ये माया मयी कोष है

हमारी भावना का, भय का और प्रेम का

जो सबको

चिरंतन बना देता है।

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Looking at the beautiful childhood, spend with caring people.

It seems that I lived since hundreed years, their experiences became mine.

Like an old tree standing there for years,

It was haunting to see it again !

All those kind souls were around, not visible.

As long as you are part of someone’s emotion, you are immortal.

© S.Anand

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something falling down
a petal from blooming tree
getting apart ? beautiful

is it beautiful
to suffer and to wither
does pain is an art

how long is timeless
a heart beats against the time
waiting for a soul !

© S.Anand

 

To August

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Wish I could steal it like

a silk thread of moments

or burn them in everlasting

fire of infinity.

You have given me twice

the love, why.

Then you torn apart me

from the bloom.

Twice the severance and

countless fall.

And now I’m be-muse

forever in the autumn.

And you are there

looking at the sky like

a free bird.

Like a giant tree

and the warm shadow.

Like a sweet kiss or

the time-lapse.

Why did you come August !

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I have fears

but I know no devil.

I’m scared but

it’s not darkness.

I had never been told

tales of demons.

I’m seeking myself

in this divine chaos.

My human mind is

enough for my fear.

©S.Anand

 

 

The Roof

Every night when I look
outside….

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Every night when I look

outside,

enjoy the moon and the flower,

I thanks the roof.

Every winter when I cuddle

the warm,

I thanks the roof.

In the stormy rain and

the lonely summer

when I look at the door,

I thanks the roof.

Every night when I’m exhausted

and life feels lasted

I’m fine, thanks the roof.

© S.Anand

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The Roof

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Every night when I look

outside,

enjoy the moon and the flower,

I thanks the roof.

Every winter when I cuddle

the warm,

I thanks the roof.

In the stormy rain and

the lonely summer

when I look at the door,

I thanks the roof.

Every night when I’m exhausted

and life feels lasted

I’m fine, thanks the roof.

© S.Anand

Eternity In A Moment

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Thomas Locker Gateway to eternity

Life goes on, mediocre.

Bending, breaking, crazy

and exhausting the human

will.

Life goes on, challenging

and commonplace.

Moments all I have

to cherish….forever?

Who wants to live

forever?

My eternity lies in

the moments.

Life goes on, agonizing

evermore.

© S.Anand

 

 

To have and To hold

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To encounter and to feel it,

Is to face, to meet it.

Its better if lost it

because then you had it.

To hold and to detain

is not the way to have it.

Few things like shiny diamonds

can be hold forever.

Things like warm heart

can not be embosomed forever.

Incarcerate the feeling and

the mind have its days.

Wither away memories

not their ways.

Its stays like

an impression

and reflect like

impersonation.

© S.Anand

 

 

 

Glass slippers

Glass Slippers

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Its midnight

not the night of celebration.

Take the stairs and

runaway

because those are the sounds of cruel.

Healing deception of poison ivy.

You’re the knight

and you’re the prince.

Die like a warrior

and live for the war.

Don’t look for glass slippers

as they are crushed

at the gates of realm.

© S. Anand