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Attractions...

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Attractions ablaze... Fuming desires... Eyes contain... Hidden desires... Locked in dreams... In sleep rising higher... To the unknown territory... No passport required... Only a gaze temporary... And permanent becomes a memory... ©Ravinder Kaur image source: www.hollywood.com

Dust of Dreams......

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Life is just like a dust...
                                                       A dust of dreams...

                                              Dreams that are so tender...
                                              Dreams that are so fragile...

                                             Dreams that are for eternity...
                                                 And some for a while...

                                           Dreams that give birth to hope...
                                      Dreams that encourage, never to stop...

                                           Dreams that are truly mine...
                                           But with you just beautify...

                                                       You and me...
                                                    Together as we...

                                                In hopes, in dreams...
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Before I walk away...

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Before I walk away....let me tell you ....why your eyes distracted me.... It were like my dreams shined....in your eyes like a stream.....
Your heartbeat I could recognise....from a crowd of so many....
Yet my heart didn't understand.... I was not your dream....
So let my heart go free....Of your hands let me flee...
Even though I know...It would take a lifetime for me...
To forget you and restrain... My heart from loving you again and again....
So I walk alone....along with me your memories....
Until the dawn rises again...am shattered, I Am weak....
To be strong is ....not to hide what...makes you blind in lights....
To be weak is...not to accept....what makes you go on your knees....
In darkness....I crush my dreams....
In lights.....I smile like a queen....
Distinguished this long ago...
Love is not a song....
That everyone can sing....
It's tune would....always change with...every scream...
So close your eyes....that I may not find....
My single dream in your eyes....
So…

Somewhere....

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Somewhere...sometimes... eyes swell with the sigh of unseen dreams...weeping over forgotten screams...

Somewhere...when I hear your name...it tingles some strings of my heart...playing that forgotten tune...

Somewhere...some unhealed wounds disguise under the reddish skin...occasionally pinching some pain...not letting me forget the things...that hide in the dark forest of the past...

Somewhere...some unspoken words wander...in the garden of silent crests...just to meet the troughs of ears...that would hear...

Somewhere...something lost waits to be discovered again...to reunite...to be in its place again...

Somewhere...some molten dreams...fall like crystals of tears...on the leaves becoming dew...of the night that walks lonely...

Somewhere a spider coils inside...tasting its own pain...making a web of tales...that it had imagined overnight...

Somewhere the night carefully unfolds...so nobody could ever suspect...how it swallows the day .... slowly .

©Ravinder Kaur

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Woh Mehangi Sari...

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"Dekho na maa....ye wali sari ?"Ankush ik sari uttha k bola. "Nhi beta....badi mehangi ye...tumhe toh pata naa...main itni mehangi sari nhi pehanti...." maine muh bana k kaha. "Are maa....aapke dono bete MNC me kaam karte...itni bhi mehangi nhi ki aapko kharid k nhi de sakte....aap toh bas jo pasand ho, uspe haath rakh do...phir dekho." Beta kharidne ki zidd karta hua bola. "Haan haan itni fizul kharchi tum aaj k log kar sakte....tumhare babuji k zamane mein toh aisa sochte bhi toh bade naraz ho jate."maine na karne k irade se kaha "Are maa....tab ka zamaana gya....ab toh zamana hifi ho gaya hai...." uski baaton pe main muskura utthi. Usne akhir sari le hi di... Haathon mein sari liye kamre me pahonchi toh unki tasveer pe aankhein eka-ek ja k thehar si gyi. Aur hawa k sath mera mann waqt ki us daali pe chala gya jo aankhon se toh ojhal ho chuki hai...par jiske phoolon ki mehak liye aaj tak ye saansein ghoom rahi hain. " suno na..…

Goodbye...

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Why do I feel...
Am gonna miss You much?
May be am in trance...
With your words. Some shinning stars in eyes...
Across the windows.
I see you...
In my own shadows. The bleak, the sleek;
The incomplete.
Thoughts often ride...
Never on seats. Take my word...
I'll surely miss you.
May be you won't ever know...
And I won't ever show... Don't take my name...
Like that...In one breath.
I'll lose my every breath...
Each passing moment. Trembles my heart...
Whenever your thoughts sweep.
Deep into my mind...
My thoughts weep. Close by,
Another voice echoes...
Don't forget...there's someone,
Waiting in meadows. Hold my hand...
Just before I lie.
May be my dreams would sigh...
When I die. Turned upside down...
My world ruins every time.
Whenever...
You wave me that...
Goodbye.
                                  (c)Ravinder Kaur
                                       13-09-2016
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Stained Skies...

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My flight ends...
Where skies get stained...
With streaks of tails...
Of the fading rainbow... The remnants refrain...
Getting wet in rain...
Over the pyramids...
When sun sets in... The clouds drift...
Taking loads of pain...
To the dry throats...
Of arid plains... The pointed shadows...
Briskly walk through lanes...
Hurriedly in shades...
Of afternoon lighthouses... Though everything hurries...
From dawn to rise...
At dusk each thing...
Weeps to come at still... Knocking at doors....
Of defiant dreams...
All dust sleeps...
In rusts of sheets... Troubled intensely...
Through ploughed minds...
Some seeds germinate...
In restful eyes... The night watches over...
Calmly blindfolded...
In husky soft smiles...
Amused at all glory... Coloured patterns...
Again would adapt...
In morning light...
Shall again re-trap... Some more breaths....
On those unharvested plans...
To sprinkle some more...
Of life's magic sand... ©Ravinder Kaur
12-09-2016 image source: www.patheos.com

Fake desires...

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Crumpled bodies lying stiff,
                                                            Voices hollow; echoes drift.
                                                            Tearing apart silence drinks,
                                                        The whining sounds of tired brink.
                                                        The cliffs hang ashamed; stripped,
                                                       The depths of trenches alone weep.
                                                           Fake desires burn and brew,
                                                               In souls who aren't true.
                                                              Triple minded not double,
                                                            Because their life is a bubble...
                                                                    Of hidden desires;
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I'll be gone...

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I'll be gone.... I am leaving today... May be this was due someday... But I think that day is today... Some barriers crossed... Some I lost to... My legs aching now... My ink drying now... Mind is nearing an ending fence... To cross it and I'll meet my end... This journey would end this way... I didn't know but it has to today... I'll spend this very breath... All alone, going insane... Keeping myself isolated from all... I'll build a very very tall wall... No one shall enter... And I won't escape... Would keep myself buried, misplaced... In a place where I know no one... And no one reaches me... An end in seclusion... To myself and only me... Only the wind would carry me... Moistly and silently... Till you read me.... I'll be gone...
Ravinder Kaur (c)25th Jan.2016 Image source: annarmorgan.com

Between the sips..

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Between the sips...






Between the sips,
From the tea cups. We eye each other, Looking for new tantrums.
The tea bags hang, Soaked in the pot.