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Voice 1: Ye sure t'is is the pebble in your head that ye wish to be erased?
Voice 2: Yes, me has written that there. Yes, me has. Me doesn't want to remember that anymore, me doesn't.
Voice 1: Well then, here we goes. five secon's to freedom.
Clock ticks
Voice 1: Haloo voice 2, wilcom back! don't freak, no don't.
The Machine blips: Your memory is updated with the requested customisations
Voice 2: Me feels bad, really bad. Bad about something that I don't remember!

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Sparrows

Stealing cookies from the Grandma's kitchen,
Hiding in the attic feeding kitten

Jumping roofs and spraying colours,
Keeping in the book, the peacock feathers

Running in the wild on a mission,
Fierce the look, with the Bamboo weapon

Fighting in the mud, writing on a slate
Lying on the ground and watching the sky,
I slept.

I wake up.....
and look around,
Where have all the sparrows gone?

The tale of familiar strangers by an oxymoron

Greeting across the invisible wall,
Putting an attempt to make it fall.

Exchanging looks, acknowledging presence,
All set for a rendezvous, the air and the ambiance.

Wandering minds with virtual smile,
Displaying it though once in a while.

The ice melts and the river flows,
The Dawn  beckons and the beacon glows.

A moment comes with the fertile cocoon,
If not broken, it will die soon!

The Curse and The Cruise

For the voice which sings the mad song
For the mind that keeps all the things wrong

Put me in a box, I will still breathe
Take me to the wild, I won't seethe

Addicted to living and high on it
Things around me, a deliberate misfit

Mysteries of the world about to unfold
But the ones within will remain untold

Crazy, Beautiful

Walking through the invisible Labyrinth
Flying across Cliche and the Myth

Killing the tiny preset notions
Giving the voice to the hidden emotions

Throwing it back to the wilderness
In pursuit of happiness

No questions to be asked
And no air to be cleared

For the feelings that are embrayonic
Living along in a space that is platonic

On a journey to an unknown destination,
After an unconcious procrastination!

                                                 (Photography: Nitin Maslekar)

Ecstasy

In the land of Fantasy
On a high with Ecstasy

Walking down the wild park
Nothing to be seen in the pitch dark

Thorns on the ground cut through the flesh
Bugs around smell the wound which is fresh

In Ignorance but not in bliss
Sliding down to the abyss

Edge of the cliff and about to succumb
Nothing to feel and comfortably numb

Then comes a place of bivalence
And the clock showing the time of balance

Breathing through the air that is sickening
Opening eyes to witness the awakening

With a tunnel on the bend
On a long road without the end
With many flavors to blend
And a few bruises to mend

The first few steps on the perennial road
Flying in the skies on a different mode

Smokes from the Silhouette

The times that I spend alone are scary
Ghosts from the past keep me wary

Like a shadow which follows the light
The vast emptiness always in the sight

With an experience, what once was unthinkable
Everything ever, seems all dysfunctional

Left in shambles and with travesty
All that you get, for your honesty

No more sunshine in the park
The white sky turns pitch dark

With a spine of Integrity that never flips
Sooner I discover, it was just an eclipse

Moving forward is the only way
Surprises await at the mystery bay

The brightness within, has got no poverty
Happiness is not a restricted property!