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Would you cry if I die? Would you cry if I die? Or you shall pass by, When you see my name printed wide In the obituary of the daily that you buy. Would you think of the times that we spent- Hand in hand, wide awake, under the starry sky; The promises that we made , the dreams that we wove, The stories galore or shall you shove? Each memory down a gutter ,   Like instances never to utter. When the flowers bloom and spring arrives, Would you think of our long drives? Of the 90’s music blazing high,   And the wind making my hair fly. Or when the first drops of rain kisses the earth, Would we think of the times we snuggled in your hearth? And as the autumn comes and the last leaf falls apart   Would you think of the time when we had to part? Would that bring a smile or tear your heart, For the times we shared , never to depart. Would the nostalgia still be bright , Of all the days and night, Or you shall erase the pages And all the images- Like reminiscences that are nev...

Do you feel it, the sense of fear that lurks around? It almost chokes you and engulfs you in its grip, Like dark clouds glooming in the horizon. The paranoia is real, and universal- While the heart shattering images shake you to the core. There is a grief, a sense of melancholy in the air, And yet more than the virus it is the fear. The uncertainty of our being and the realisation- Of how brittle our existence is in the realm. We claimed to be invincible and yet,   To a microorganism, now we bow. And then somehow you realise the boundaries that you created Are all fragile-all faded into oblivion now. Where are the lines of religion that you drew,   The barricades of class & caste askew. Death they say is the greatest leveller   And indeed it is true. For now the battle is not between me and you, But between the two extremities of survival and cessation. And the day when this ends, do not forget , that we were at stake- Our sub...

A mirage She tip toes into the brim of my mind, Paving her path into the core of my being. She walks in unabashed, uninvited and unseen- Delving me into her charm, her exquisite charisma. I linger in the wee brink of consciousness, while she slowly engulfs. Her catastrophic smile catapults the chords in my heart, Leaving me gasping for breath and sense. She is like the pearl emerging from the shell of an oyster, A mystical appearance that is borne of nothingness, yet so soothing and alluring. Like the lone thing that shimmers in the darkness of my mind. She is an aura I can not fathom, a presence I can not evade. She ruffles all the feathers of my imagination and fantasies- Her hazel eyes, mauve lips and the golden hair , That shines brighter than the rays of the midday sun. All of them sing a sweet lullaby to me, as if snoozing me off from reality. She is more than a dream or an ecstasy. She feels so far, yet so near. Distant yet so dear. She ...