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Cigarettes or Bullets
Rows of cigarettes
lined in front of me.
They look like bullets
ready to be loaded.
They look like adrenaline capsules
pushing ourselves to the limits.
Load and shoot!
Load and shoot!
But in both the cases
the result is wearing out.
The result is death.
The energy of youth
blown off with the smoke.
Just to dissipate in the air
without helping any cause.

The Silence of the Fan
The air is conditioned well in here
The space empty.
Devoid of any human
The silence is spherical.
The only sound is off the wall fan
the sound of its irregular motion
behaves like a masseur,
compelling me to close my eyes, and
leave this world to travel with him.
Drawing me into a spiral,
Into a world of motion,
Into a world of peace and dynamism.

This Door
At my doorstep
The sun is playing with shadows
At my doorstep
The wind swirls
to the rustling melody of the leaves
At my doorstep
The angel of affection
stands with a candle of hope
Behind this door
there are dreams shaping into deeds

     
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I am planning to publish some of my writings. So cannot really put all of them here but do let me know if there is any comment or suggestion you have regarding these or otherwise.
you can mail me on knock@doornumber3.in.

Have a nice time ahead. :)

   
     
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