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Friday, January 30, 2015

The Old Man

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© Copyright Renu Vyas

On the park bench sits an old man
 Who is aged, wrinkled and worn
And though surrounded by so many
He stays lonely and forlorn

He looks around at the people
So full of vigor and life
And remembers the one who’s no more
His beautiful beloved wife

Each evening he sits and turns with love 
The pages of his memory
And relives all the years he spent
With the one he loved and his family

A smile spreads across his face
As he remembers the laughter and love
And he knows that seeing him smile
His wife too will smile from above

So though his body is now fragile
And his feet are now unsteady
He smiles at all who look his way
And to share love he’s always ready

With patience and calm he sits
Living each day and every night
Knowing when his time is up
He will with his beloved unite

Monday, January 26, 2015

मेरा वजूद

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चांदनी सर्द रात में 
यादों की झुलसती धरती पर 
नंगे पाँव चलती मैं 
कुछ टूटे बिखरे सपने समेटती 
कुछ अधपकी ख्वाइशें बटोरती 
कुछ भूली बिसरी यादों में लिपटी 
कुछ अधूरी सी बातों में सिमटी
ढूंढती खुद का वजूद मैं 
जो खो आई थी कभी 
ऐसी ही एक 
चांदनी सर्द रात में..

Saturday, January 24, 2015

Birth Of A Poem

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 Words pirouette gracefully
All around me
Creating magic..
Myriad emotions weave
Beautiful intricacies..
Thoughts build bridges
Across eternity..
A sudden rush of adrenalin
A smile breaks out
On my face..
And a poem is born

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Stories That Died

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I once had some stories to tell
And a lot of enthusiasm to do so
To share them with the whole world
And let their words everywhere flow

I shouted my stories from rooftops
And sang them to the winds
I colored them like the rainbows
And wove them into beautiful dreams

I filled my eyes and heart with them
And braided my hair with their words
I adorned my body with their emotions
And my mind flew free like a bird

I embraced all their characters
And reveled in their twists and turns
I marveled at their beauty
And to share them with someone I yearned

Alas, no one had time for them
They found them insignificant and absurd
They had no interest in such stories
So mine remained neglected and unheard

The characters slowly died down in them
The words over time faded and blurred
The wish to share no longer ruled
The emotions all dried up and withered

Silence now rules my heart
And my eyes remain devoid of dreams
I no longer have anything to share
The stories have all died down it seems….

Wednesday, January 07, 2015

Hare Krishna !

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Chanting your name
Gives meaning
To my otherwise dull existence
Thoughts of you
Add color and vibrancy
Filling the void in my life
The sound of your flute
Evokes in me emotions so pure
Making me forget all else
I see myself in you
And you in my entire being
My heart resembles
A rainbow of emotions
Happiness surges
Through my veins
As I become you
And you become me

Hare Krishna !