by Ayan Adak
thus the nights no longer would
Be boring lost in sleep,
But meant to wander every time,
In new adventures deep
What fun then every time the moon,
In crescent - gibbous rise,
Would sail to distant lands and time
Our Hero, brave and wise
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Uncertainty
Every day, it brings with it,
Uncertainty in a cloud,
And even though it maybe spring,
There are showers of doubt
The rain that tries to wake us up
From our slumber reverie,
To make us ask, at least for once,
Why the heart, it feels not free
Perhaps it longs for a better day,
That we fail to understand:
To sail across the frothy seas
To each, his Promised Land
To somehow do something much more,
Than with banal days to run –
Life beyond the daily rise
And setting of the sun
Perhaps someday, the rains will grant
Dreams of moistened hope,
And the fragrant smell of muddy earth
Will help us far elope
Perhaps someday, will break for good,
This slumber reverie,
Till then the sky will pensive be
With grayed uncertainty…
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Truth
The full Moon realizing the Night’s love for her,
Worries: “But I have a darker side too!”
The calm Night smiles, “You ask Me to be wary of You?”
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And yet I silent wait
No echoes resound
In your fading memories deep,
I only hear myself
As I wait and silent weep,
And wish I wore a better smile
In your sunny gifted days -
Now teardrops shine alone in nights
With muted pensive gaze
And yet with mocking dreams I wait
Your silent footsteps way,
And hope my dying embers rise
On another nascent day.
The footsteps washed on a sandy shore,
The scars on a rocky fate
While Patience laughs at me and asks
Why do I wistful wait…
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Yesterday
On a pensive day, I seldom sigh,
Nor do I sink in deep in me,
But turn back pages etched in gold,
Once again to turn and see -
Yesterday smiling one more time,
Memories sweet and so sublime
And the smiles bright up this cloudy day
With memories from faraway
And my only hope is not at all
Those days to come return,
But that again when I turn back
I smile once more and see the sun
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Lights in the shadows
Every silent night,
When I watch the city lights burn on
Untiringly,
I remind myself:
How I saw them yesterday,
How I see them today
And how tomorrow, them again I’ll see
The certainty is a pain
And yet,
A smile comes with the thought:
‘A darkened night without a light,
At least a shadow that flickers not’
But every day I see the lights,
I hope a time will come someday
When I’ll get to say to me once more
How I saw the lights, them yesterday
How I see them once again today
But no,
Not tomorrow will I see
Those lights I saw since long before
What irony to dawn that day,
Although my lips shall draw a smile
A tear shall run upon my heart –
And the city lights shall splinter
Millions, millions in that cry
For no matter where I turn to go
The teardrop, it shall never dry.
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Conversation with the Almighty
If you have written my story
Already before,
Why do I fight,
To better it any more?
“Because this Hand
Has inked just the start,
The rest depends
How well you play that part.
And because your iron will
Has the strength inside,
To change my every little script,
And the lines I write”
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Street lights
Dusk awakes
The dormant, yellow city lights
Lone vigilantes, holding out
Against the darkness of the night
But such melancholy:
Though towering over vista - roads
The heads bow down pensively -
As if lost in broody thoughts
Some assurance
To the uncaring world,
That the city glitters when the sun is out;
But the torchbearers
In lighting up others lives,
Find themselves in darkness, doubt…
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Lost
…and when all is lost, we’ll still have time
To stop and watch the twilight hues,
To smile at a world we’ll never own
And hence a world we’ll never lose…
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Questions
Had you known that yesterday,
Would be the last that we would meet,
Would you have changed the words you spoke?
Would we have changed our ways to greet?
Your everlasting smile I knew,
Would that be weighed unknowingly?
And would your eyes defy your words?
Would they make a silent plea?
Would we see us as other selves
And be what we long, longed to be?
What would you say? What would you hear?
Truth? Deceit? What would we see?
Some questions best are left alone, -
Their answers best not ever known,
The truth of life that time pursues,
Lest hope die out, left all forlorn
So that tomorrow, when I’ll think
Of the last time we’d said our byes
I’ll see you as you always were:
Not someone left with teary eyes…
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An elf, a fairy, a dragon and me
Every night, when your world, it sleeps,
My world, it wakes for me,
Full of magic, wonder lands
(Which, alas, the elders fail to see)
My world has heroes four in all,
Friends both big and wee:
An elf there is, a fairy too,
A dragon, then there’s me!
The elf is a small and tiny lad
His ears are longish though,
But don’t you dare to doubt his strength
With his magical arrows, bow
The fairy is a whitish queen
With wings that flap and fly;
They say, her age is a thousand years,
And that, she cannot die!
But the dragon is my best-est friend
(He lets me take a ride),
You can never lose a fight at all
When that beast is by your side
And I – I am the lord of all my lands
I am the king supreme
With gold and jewels, silver all
That you can only dream
And so we heroes, four and strong
> Brave through the magical lands,
To dwarven mines and trollish woods
And the danger pixie sands
We brave the dangers, all of us,
The dangers, big and small,
For eternal peace, we’ll always fight
The ogres, goblins, all
We’ve fought the giants of fire and frost,
We’ve slain the ugly rocs,
And freed the seas and lakes for good
From evil snakes and crocs
But every day, there’s a villain new
In red or hideous blue,
(You won’t believe, but once I saw
Even my teacher too!)
Tales of the mighty four have spread
Across the seven seas,
The bards keep singing all our tales
So does the western breeze
And sometimes heroes do arrive
For our help from a distant land
To gather golden apples or
A fleece upon a strand!
At the end of every day we rest,
‘neath a tree upon the plain –
A magical oak that heals us all
And brings me home again
And then once more I am a child
Whose secret no one knows,
Living in a world that bores
With books and homework woes
And the way my mother shouts at me,
Would she ever scold a king?
But alas, no proofs have I to show,
With neither crown or ring!
But I only have to wait for night,
When my kingdom sets me free
And smiling waits an elf, a queen,
A dragon all for me
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You might have told me once
You might have told me once,
You are moving far away;
I must have been lost in your eyes
To not remember that day
You could not perhaps bear
A tear drop in my eye;
I could only think you never
Did want to say goodbye
When the day was bright, I was content
With just your memories few;
When I woke at last, it was just too dark
To start a search for you
In my silence, I think,
How much estranged have we been?
(Worried winds wonder why
Better days could not be seen)
Today, I can’t ask your return,
You have moved ahead afar,
But hope you know I shall be glad
If you be happy where you are
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At the end of night
When you run out of your day
And find no more your light,
You’ll find me standing silently
At the far end of your night;
But I wait not since eternity
So that one day you may turn,
I know somehow I’ll meet you there
The day I find the sun
And like before, once more again
I will hand the star with glee
For in the darkness of our worlds,
You’ll need it more than me...
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Every day is an empty page
Every day is an empty page,
Handed to us all,
To scribble down our dreams and hopes:
Wispy, big and small
Every day is an empty page,
To help us smile again:
For some to pen an epilogue
And write off