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No More of Me


It is the looking forward
that keeps me going.

The anxiety of tomorrow
drives me with a push.

I wake up with a renewed energy
ready to face the day.

The day dawns as expected
the events move in a zig zag.

I negotiate like a trained driver
 clearing one by one,

 I slow down, overtake, go behind
cross and follow with patience.

Incredible it appears seeing my own self
tolerant and pragmatic.

I am close to the destination
which looks like a paradise.

One more step to go
to merge with eternity.

 Nearing, almost there,
Oh! I will be seen no more.

–.

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Universal Mother


She is a mother
neither in flesh
nor in blood.

She mothers
neither you, nor me
but the entire

She stays calm
erupts like a volcano
while in anger,

Fertility abounds
barrenness is

a rarity

Endowed with richness
she copes with all
equips and reequips.

She remains stoi
withstands sun
and rain.

She stays forever
not the one who
comes and goes,

Known as Earth
she provides berths
embraces all with mirth.

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Anthem Of Grace


Seed grows into a sapling
grows rapidly into a tree
leaves sprout, form clusters
 the tree toughens, trunk
 turns thick, assumes
a darkish brown hue
branches spread
far and wide, a shady balm
enfolds.

Tree is majestic and magnificent  
reigns supreme, looks gorgeous
beneath the blue sky. Portraying
 a picturesque combination
of blue and green, Espying, I find
most eyes enlarge, eyebrows rise, lips
curve with smile, the heart
beats with a rhythm.

It is ecstasy I experience,
fascinates and exhilarates.
A solace lifts me above
being ethereal and exquisite.
Gazing at her steadfast
I recline, fall on the knees,
fold my hands.  The tree lets
out a murmur, guffaws
as it sways in the wind

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A Slow Walk


Stepping aside, I turn back
detect the many missteps,
trace the numerous   faults,

I have committed all these years. These
leave me in an anguish create a dilemma,
lacing me in an unenviable status

neither thriving nor oppressing
most likely in a sobering place, turning
me placid and passive.

I continue with a detachment,
one of a compulsion to withhold
emotional exuberance.

Passions wane in the course
resignation grows, I  anticipate a close

 the end of the lane lies not too far.