Mirage

Thoughts manipulate in the closed spaces

Sometimes in the circle the mind races

The wild images indeed vivid and clear

Occupies in dusk, in dawn disappear

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As the maple trees in autumn ablaze

Mystically a spring emerge diluting the haze

But the deep black horses gallops in the backyard

The beclouded aura smells of the vicious card

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Baffled, the journey ends from where it begins

An eerie stillness with the gabardine of sins

Thus longing for the leaves to open up

Alas! They close again with a mild touch

~~payal~~

Yes,once in a blue moon..I write..

When the mist envelops my whole

And the feelings silently engulf me

A polished pebble then creates

Ripples in the river flowing within me

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When the life seems distant to me

And the land-slides from beneath my foot

It gives a sudden feel

Of getting lost in the woods...

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When I find myself trapped

Or at times linked to the unknown strings

Mercilessly when the shades fade

Or when the birds fight fluttering their wings

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When a crow flies with a twig

Passionately to a nearby tree

When a pearl slides from a grass blade

A thought seeps in with a long story

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When the sun shines on a cactus flower

I have something to share

I write and rejoice..Life, as it is

Then with ease I walk on air…

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Yes,once in a blue moon,I write..

~~payal~~