Praveen Thach

Clad in white, He approached with mike in hands,
with confidence of charming a bunch of toothless snakes,
His chest heaved as his tongue lashed at the crowds,
We swayed like blades of grass on prairie fields,
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All of us exist in traffic,
Some walk, some in cars,
others in buses.
Dreaming destinations,
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I can feel there is a poem around her,
Only if she could stop her singing,
The flying words would show themselves.
And those notes would stop their stinging.
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Keats Lines... to help remember Keats favourite lines.


Come hither love, wrote Keats
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Ain't there nothing in the past,
Ain't there nothing in the future,
It's all here in the present.
Why go back and forth
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Happy birthday dear butterfly,
Came from up above
the sky so high.
Sat on a flower,
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Thoughts of you, hit me furiously,
Maybe forever, one after another,
If such blows were on my body,
It's blood would have changed colour.
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Splashed across the dawn's canvas,
Were many shades of red and blue.
The painters flew in without a pause,
Every bird painted its due.
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From a frail pen flows this trickle of thoughts,
Not to be heard but seen,
But what can be seen of change,
For we ourselves are the ones who change,
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A Crescent moon glides as a stork,
Through the night Sky.
I Doubt it might be faster,
Than a puppy's tail wagging.
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She came and sat beside me,
As though I belonged to her.
A gentle nudge on my side,
And the cup of tea in my hand,
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As Man is to land,
Birds is to Air,
If woman is to love.
Then where shall I search.
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Criticism is the chisel which shapes cultures in our societies,
Like the butterfly effect,
You never know which strike led to its strength or weakness,
But you can be sure none the less,
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My Friend, Do not despair,
Have faith in hands of the master,
He lets the beautiful Flower wither,
So a new fruit can come to bear,
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A golden disc has risen to an eye level,
The morning’s silence is broken
By a mother cat’s calling out to its kit.
A family of squirrels joins the awakening.
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Her eyes were like a dark moon,
Nestled among white clouds.
It had enough depth,
To write a 1000 songs.
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Maybe the stage is empty,
But the rains decide to play some music.
The stands could'nt be more crowded,
Raindrops form into an audience
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Why do we grow up every once in a while,
Just to end up losing a smile.
As though we are breaking a mould,
Made up for us by this world.
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We gotta ask ourselves,
Whats missing in the big picture?
Why can't a health care bill
get thru in the US?
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