Latecomer

Running briskly

With perspiring senses

Wildly beating heart

Checking the watch every other moment

To see how much time lost already

To calculate possible reaching time

To raise the speed
And to prepare for an abrupt entrance

There is a big price to pay

For getting late

A risk

Unworthy

As you stand to lose out

The savory moments upfront

Amongst the settled audience

Engaged fluidly up to the occasion

Then the door cracks up

Breaking the silence of even the noise

Making heads to turn around for a glimpse

To see the distracting latecomer

With countless eyes sprinkling spotlights

Walking past the aisle

Becomes nervy like on a ramp

Nodding the sorry with the eyes

And the bowing head

Whispering the excuse

From the shell of a sorry figure

Without any idea about the scenario

That persisted there

A messy catch up work remains

To be done, to get on level terms

With all those present there

With short enquiries for briefings

Fighting against the time  

To make up for the lost time

Before gelling into the zone

With the ease in breathe 

Scary, if there is scolding

Embarrassing

Funny, if there is mocking

Light hearted banter for folks

There is always an awkward moment

Awaiting the late comer

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The Fiddle Player

On the corner of a bustling city centre

He stood,

Another tough day to conquer

At the mercy of strangers

Walking past the street

He played his fiddle

Emitting the heavenly aura

With the sweetness of his music

Some people stood there to listen

Some sat on the benches and engaged

In the rhythm of his solemn creativity

He played song after song

Changing the mood with each beat

A talented musician plying his art

On the street, to earn bread

Some acknowledged his efforts

And threw some pence in his fiddle cover

He wasn’t looking at the money

He just played the music

Until he got tired

I hope, one day his luck may turn golden

As his music has a soul of honesty and hope

May be, one well-wisher will give him a big break

To play his fiddle amidst the symphony than on street

There are so many talented musicians who play their music on streets just for pennies.They play simple but heartening music, without any show offs.  Images : Thanks to rightful owners

Rose

‎" every rose blooms,

 spreads fragrance, 

spreads smile, 

carries the love,

 dazzles in mist, 

becomes mystic in drizzle,

 then dulls down with the sun,

 bidding adieu to the world, 

but rose still catches imagination,

 making us love its successors,

 just as it,

 with the charm"

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Erratic luminous omen

Life was erratic

Disillusioned with the greed

Disoriented with the purpose

Of living, when I failed to buy time

To save my dearest soul

To catch the precious breath

To survive in this world

Though, I ran like a sprinter

On that fateful night

I might never run like that again

For anything, no matter what at stake

Though, my heart pounds harder still

With nerves wrangling tighter

When I face those deadlines

That I always shied away

Still a luminous angel

Drives me to walk again

To climb the mountains

Of tasks left to achieve

To survive

And thrive again

Like the trees growing green

Again in spring, after the fall

By raining a gritty omen

With actions of courage

Outwitting the fears

To achieve the things beyond

With an ease

Making me wonder!

Why I can’t do the same !

Surreal to Real

Barriers are crumbling down

Distances are narrowing down

Hearts are falling down

For the invisible souls

That keeps flying afar

Through the wings of the web

Sharing all the sweetest dreams

Poaching all the darkest secrets

Sourcing all the hardest exploits

Wiping all the bloody tears

Riding an adventure

Full of hope

Awaiting

Unison

Face to face

Voice to voice

Embrace to embrace

So real from surreal

Hours that brought together

The souls through words

Magical views on screen

Games played with fun

Fights fought with fury

Patch ups done with passion

Promises made with devotion

Altogether now looks real

While holding the hands

While looking at the eyes

Bemused without words

It’s the dawn of a relation

Cemented with love

From surreal to real 

This poem is about two people who fell in love through facebook, whom i met today on a park. Images thanks to google.

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