tis very far

it started new, a few days back

alarming clock, pushing it back

moon looks new, blue in full

shinning in the unknown 

air is still thin, time bound

making it hot, piercing sun

tis all ready to change, again

am looking at it, that i dont see

yet, going with the crowd

wild and mad in search of,

world seems to be small

smaller than the infinite space

they are hidden from good

by magicians and magic hats

entertaining the present

with their colorful kites

unheeding the roar

responding to nature calls

fake, yet trusting face

practicing to hope 

their divine promise,

not only they show me full moon

they also say, tis very far!

Srik

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a long wait

at times, the time just flies

unknowingly, unnoticed 

looks like gone are those days

and now, it is too long to wait

but, the wait is on, and on

to endure and hold my breath

for what I have been waiting for

to think out of the mediocre 

by making it special and worthy

and to reach out to the destiny

not expecting defeat after all, 

with a winning sword to play my bit

and when how the 'other' views, matters,

all I do is to anticipate and not react

but for how long, is a mystery

hope, gives me hope, spirit-fully

that it happens to be a good

that again, makes me listen

to the song far away from me

and I wait, humming all the way

Srik

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Time flies by!

It always happens,

happens to me as well!

It’s just a matter of time

and how soon it travels…

faster than the light; Perhaps!

there is no time to look back

and neither there is any reason…

but, those moments, and

the good time spent, repeats!

It always comes back to me,

and keeps me going…

the time awaited,

and the time worked hard,

will knock me down,

to keep up my spirits…

learning every moment,

enjoying every conversation,

gaining the momentum,

that I desired, and I waited for…

sharing my dreams and

thinking through the clutter

contributing every little thing,

but, taking one at a time…

and it so happens,

one day, we see some progress,

for what is done,

and giving scope further,

for what needs to be done…

progress comes hard,

straight from the gut,

against the stream,

accompanying the spirit…

time goes on, and

leaving me in the distance

upholding the spirits

promising me return…

return for the journey,

into the madness,

of what we can create,

that we called a dream…

and until then,

with heartfelt thoughts,

working with senses,

witnessing the air,

sustaining the spirits,

limiting the distance;

making every thing happen,

one way or the other,

keeping myself busy,

to make this WAIT, worth!

It's funny! how times flies by!

Srik

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