It is dark
dark, very dark, pitch dark,
mind and sky 
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Day: January 25, 2014
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The Limitation
Be it me or you
that might be one of us
going on into the stream
not able to object politely
not feeling to protest fiercely
a placid attitude on the go
never to raise the voice be what may
that has been my way,your way
all that matters every body’s way
harmless it might look on the surface
really harmful it sounds in depth
voicing the opinion then and there
would dispel controversies over there
while nurturing them for long
would lead to a burst in the run
affecting the health at first
disturbing the relation next
finally a break beyond redemption.
that would affect
A dash yonder
doubling enormous cash in 
order
ends in crash.
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Pass and Pause.
The days go in a hurried move
I wonder why they move
if they stay almost so
be not in a steady go
it would be great in the flow
as the leisure would be there
nothing to hurry and take care
else all would be lovely and fair
as there would be no passing of the day
with the clock not moving in a way
the sun ascending lethargically all day
as we slowly munch our break fast
while we sip our tea not in deliberate cast
sitting back leaning on a pillar all the more
with legs drawn straight to the fore
there we relax hearing nature’s song
the orchestra of the birds and insects playing
there we pass and pause with joy
Is that day anything near so as to enjoy?
if that be so close and so near
I would remain in this land without fear
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Addiction Strenuous.
The eccentricity I possess
goes with me in writing too .
I write with a passion and force
I am unaware of its source
It is a drive unknown to me also
as I go on writing from morn to night in gusto
posting on my little canvas in the course
while my readers wonder ,of course
why I keep on posting in rows
might be feeling and smiling as they browse
thinking of me as an eccentric at their doors
or as one similar to a drunkard in a doze
who drinks with a fervour at no regular chose
unable to stop at any time but be it continuous
Well! this is another addiction being 
little strenuous
that possesses me for long
know not be it good or bad.
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