Coming in drenched,
I walk over to the first bench,
My shoes squishing and squashing
Drenched, just like me.
Rain is still showering,
Outside the window,
I sit there dreaming,
Of my bygone holidays!
Teacher walks in.
I dig from my bag,
And open the book,
Feeling the smell of fresh ink.
I can feel someone eying,
At my shiny new pencil.
No, I'll not lose this one,
To mom I have promised.
The ink is still wet;
Rain hasn't stopped yet.
Evergreen yesterdays-
I can feel its pull;
Still....
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I stood,
Staring;
Numb
And worried.
I was to smile,
At this machine;
At its wide eye, knowing-
It will not smile back.
I am here,
And I'll smile,
To one that doesn't know-
Faking.
Like a white rabbit,
Lured by the lime light,
Into the wolf's den,
Behind a little black box!!
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I:
Season turns autumn,
A wind sneaks in through my door,
And the door, laments!
II:
Mournful melodies,
Mosquitoes sing for the night;
Silence takes its toll!
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Broken pencil,
Unfinished words,
Half-blank papers,
Promises forgotten!
Wake of a man,
Who left in a hurry;
Trail of life,
Lived in a scurry!
Incompleteness prevails..
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Mind quivering,
I decide,
Hands trembling,
The pill is taken!
Thoughts crawling,
Down from every nook,
Like zombies - half dead,
They reach me, hands stretched!
Then "puff" they die,
Like a blown-out candle flame,
In a silent procession,
One by one they leave!
Life's last mile,
No steps are retraced,
Silence counts seconds,
When life,
Dissolves....
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13/o8/2oo8
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