Plabita Bhaskar

I feel your pulse,
Can read your heart,
Your eyes that meet my soul.
You walk in my dreams, in my mind,
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I leap a vivacious somersault,
My heart in joy it races.
My trillion blood cells and a million goosebumps,
Wild, in horse power paces.
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You gleam bright in mild fluorescence.
Like a soothing sun, on a wintry day.
Amidst the hordes of people dense,
Your face a rare fond countenance.
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Get drenched, fall free
Nimbus dear...
Cleanse the dreary soul
The wind sings tales of agony
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Planted life and ecstasy
An orchard beheld the core.
Vowed to live and die along
Nor would ask for more.
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My mind a mini parachute,
It takes a fancy spin.
Fly me miles in the misty air,
As I gossip with the wind.
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Walls of her womb,
To gently rest.
Knotted to her, by an umbilical cord.
My first breathe occurred in that tender suburb.
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Eyelids shut on a summer day,
A thought wink-wink my mind.
How would I look like?
Post life ends,
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When you were sitting alone
Your mind unrest
Lines strewn hard on thy forehead
Crystalline droplets your eyes that shed
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My days are all so indolent.
As I stroll across the corridor,
My eyes fixed at the huge round clock.
I binge and I lull so deep.
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Burning slow, I'm an incense stick,
My vestige, mere a wisp of smoke.
The flame swallows me low and slow,
Draping me down, to the pit of my soul.
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A crystalline plane
Reflecting a twin figure of me
Complacent its incandescent beam
I fooled the world in camouflage
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When it rains, the clouds breakfree,
The rainbow shines upon.
Dirty, filthy, oozy glum,
Washed away to none.
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Trickle down slow,
No hustle, no race,
Drop down till you evanesce.
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Why can't you sleep, Oh dear! poor soul.
The time wafts by, sings the dreary owl.
You saw the nightfall under the sky;
The moonlit night stood still
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Your smile a mystic flamboyance,
Like a moonlit night profound.
A cosy heart that cajoles me,
Like a lyrical hallowed psalm.
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Faith is a divine window,
It gleams in the depth of a soul.
When darkness spill in life's pathway
and hopes sepulchre within.
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Life a mazy boulevard
Love a hallowed beam,
To rinse and bless and fondle through
Like a pristine stream.
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I love the rain,
She shares my pain.
And paint the world in my blues.
A share of my grief,
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