I heard
that u went by d past,
I heard
that u spoke d truth.
That you felt breeze.that could have been pacing by,
and the moment would b still rite for us.
You now have a clock
to count all our glorious mistakes and live by the future everyday.
Where you thought that the moment would pass by,
and the breeze would get dense and drench us in d rain.
Still in dos petals falling I couldn't realize my hand slipping.
Life moving...as drifted by and faded away d breeze .
Opened up the bent arch.
They said 'cast away'.
Did the story stop.
Moments where never there,breeze never flew,
it was Them which makes those drops turn petals,
everything seems too happy,
and yet a paradox comes by....
Couldn't it b simple...or still remains troubled. -Anirudh Vallabhaneni
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Ghazels of Unknown
PoetryLiving in this concrete jungle, I realized these truths and mystery of human mind which played it's part in today's civilization. Dust, glory, war, cyber, social,and the zing and enigma that we all strive. For the lifeless life. Other parts coming...
