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Like a predator from the dark alleys of doubts
It over shadows my moments of self worthiness
For joy is nothing but a momentary lapse of good sense
And it fades away with the curse of unhappiness
There always remained an old city buried beneath this urban landscape
You could live up the dream for a day but its reality you can’t escape
Dreams end and life begins , before you know you are on the other side
Whatever goes up comes down , are the rules of this joyride
The quest for the enigma called contentment is a fable we’ve all heard and told
The happiness is a companion only till the next turn on this road
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The daily prompt threw this question at me , just about the time when I was turning a year older.
So here’s what I think…
Re-reading your favourite book a billionth time
Or fitting into the good ole jeans some years down the line
Memories captured in wornout photographs that no facebook album can replace
The promise of all-girls-reunion, every year , same place.
The bond you share with that special someone
When the older you grow the fonder they become
When an elegant composure takes over the young bohemian spirit
And the gramophone record brings alive old melodies so vivid
Relationships, beauty, songs, books and memories,
Get better like old wine , as time flies.
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I had this charming collection of poems
They were about silver speckled fantasy
I used to keep them hidden under my pillow
And never let anybody see
I left them behind with the excess baggage
As I moved to another city
Now I write about how things really are
And how I would want them to be
