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Lancing through the sliver mist Dissolving the dark shadows in its embrace Bringing back the colors and the glow to what was steeped in a sombre haze The chilly breeze flows as a chariot with the earthy fragrance so sweet and moist The dew gleams on the blossom Swathed in a crisp air, the little birds rejoice I snuggle up in my warm quilt And its a glance I take The crystal rays of the morning sun danced on the window Lighting up the room and kissing me awake

Warm mornings, Or breezy evenings, Whether simmered slowly with a hint of ginger, Or coupled with a dash of elaichi and pepper. When there are showers outside, Or when there is a chill inside. Whether its at home or the nukkad shop at the far end, But definitely never at a CCD or Starbucks, friend. While in a train as it chugs ahead, Or when the bus comes to a halt at end. During conversations that stretch long, Or even when someone is alone and forlorn. When the first rays of the sun light up the floor, Or when the clock strikes a nightly four. Whether you'r paired with Samose fresh out of the skillet, Or frugal on your own with a Parle G packet. When in office and your eyes start drooping, Or by the smirk on the colleague's face you know a chai-break is coming. Whether you come steaming with a lot of milk Or with loads of mom's love blended in. Whether the mood is jubilant, furious, sullen or just fine. A first sip of your hot cup is s...

He tries relentlessly, reaching out to the stars For they are too high And he doesn’t care for scars The ambition is strong, the will undeterred Night and day he works, Everything else was just blurred Sometimes he would delude, but then remember his goal again He would resume on his stride, Picking up his pace main He was joined by others but he has his vision on the stars set No matter what happened, He would not settle for anything less People came and left but he went on, for he believed his belief That the stars he was headed towards, Held an end to all his grief He looked down and reveled as he had come a long long way The mighty world was down under, The heights he attained was way too great He stepped ahead with bated breath, as he finally found himself standing in stars amidst Stretched out his hand to feel them but they dissolved as if made of mist Startled he looked around, to question what just happened if in a myth He was standing at the peak ...

Hatred, virulence, envy and greed, part and parcel of his life, his own subsistence in peril amidst the carnage he has thrived. Emblematic of a breathing fender, for money is the elixir for him, his heart is just a cauterized appendage, invigorating the glutton within. The society he dwells in, finely laced by caste and creed; Even its helm is in callous hands, guided by avarice and sleaze. But behold! The story doesn’t end here… Look at the young one who just put in the world his first step, Is the little beating heart aware of the hatred yet? Just kindle the humanity in him, let the love rise.. For he shall be the soother, the candle in the dark nights. Even when man may appear averting on the outside, but a heart still dwells in him. He   may have stopped listening to its beats;   but, yes! the Human twirls within.