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Life is like a river
Passing by our door
Stops for only a moment
Turning first to South
Turning first to South
Then to North
There is a rock on its way
A twist in the river
Life is a long dream
ending soon
of the Pelican’s wants
Life is opening of a window
Stuttering of love
It’s the distance between our hands
It’s the return of the Parrot from India
Eating watermelon by the stream
Life is this rivers journey
It’s the fish’s foot print
Or moon’s perfume at night
Life is the dew drops on your believes
Life is the color of feather
The smell of salt in food
Tickling a kid in its sleep
It’s a wish, a pray
To the Daffodile
It’s not a so easy swing
And my need
In a constant truth
Life is words in a book
Flirtatious smile of a cucumber
Celebration of balloons
Life is a new season to believe
And to forget your dreams
It’s a painless free fall
And a light that refuses to die
But it did!
Life is the present
Not tomorrow
Life is no longer supporting yesterday
Smelling the moment
Whistle!
Soaked in the waterfall of thought
Life is soul
It’s a belief in all that is beautiful or ugly
It’s the hard crash of finger and light
It’s an imaginary kiss of a duck
It’s a jump over a naughty bush
It’s the pearl’s dream deep in the Spring
It’s the growth of a seed
It’s a knock at the door
A party by the river
Life might be the celebration of --X---
A game of hide and seek
As such speedy and fast
Pulse of death
It’s sleep till the mornings end
It’s dandelions’ cough from afar
It’s a gift that never did arrive
The girl waits by the door
Staring at the river of life
Finding pebbles
The Parrots’ foot prints are by the river
Believe the river
It’s the pulse of my dream
Your dream
It travels the mountain side
Or stays behind
River is river
So grasp the moment
Moment is magic
My river laughs, cries
My river cries with the shake of an earthquake
My soul was invited to a fishes wedding
Believe the river
There floats a shoe
It belongs to --X---
It’s been left behind after the celebration
Of night and day
She has been missed
Where is her river?
Life might be a dream
That took my breath away
Behind a hazy game
We turned our back to darkness
Behind us a bended bridge
My soul was invited to a fishes wedding
Road was not too short
The shoe was lost
A hiccup till dawn
Morning became beautiful then left,
Moth turned around
Soaking in the moon
Life is
Getting your cells wet
In the river itself
Believe the river
Believe the river
It passes
Alas, too soon.
Alas, too soon.
p.k Feb 5,07
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