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Roller- coaster- ride

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Under the folds of blanket when I lie down

with the curve of my belly and arms as chords.

To share my day while I sleep

and think of the events,evens and odds.

With a deep sigh and a big smile

for his stare and helpful solace.

The moment which was turning blue

held the time and seized its pace.

I turned my side towards the left

to see the attire of the fop.

It was a nylon quite outmoded

but red satin which looked like a prop.

Piles of files when smiled at me

I dragged my doze to wrap me over.

To live this night full of dreams

and let my dreams to swim and hover.

In the morning to design my day

I smile at my dream and look outside.

The sun where winks to wish good luck

for one more roller coaster ride.

The lost times

The lost times-1
I am scared of the vintage.

For what I am speaking will remain in whispers.
For what I am writing will soak in papers.
The light in the picture is the light of the past
that had a life but not today.
The stories untold and events umpteen
are lost somewhere in the heap of dismay.
I must have lived somewhere in the yore
and living again with no instinct.
The day will come when I too will be gone,
leaving behind my dust in synch.

The lost times-2

The world that lived few years back
is still alive with faces changed.
Eyes stare and smiles so powerful
to knock the door of peace forayed.


Look at them,their glimmering faces
speaking of the fun they once had.
I can find me among one of them,
with the same expression and a dusty clad.