Come with me, stranger

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Just an observation,
To the moment close by;
Your eyes sneaking out of window,
But mine are stuck to thy.

A strange feeling,
Afraid, don’t know how to make a move;
Waiting to get a glimpse of your Ming,
Just to tell you that I want to tango to your groove.

An Innocence, A fear,
O dear why and of whom are you scared;
Talk to me for once my dear,
For that am all geared.


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On Thursday, February 19, I lost my grandfather. The following Tuesday, the 24th, my grandmother followed.

After 66 years together, they could not even be parted by death.

My grandmother’s death was a long, slow path through the indignities of Alzheimer’s. She was showing signs even 15 years earlier, perhaps more. It’s been a heartbreaking journey to…

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All roads lead to this end

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Fearing death, mourning is just nonsense
Wearing black, crying for the dead makes no sense
Love a person when he is living
Sharing smiles is a wonderful feeling.

Death is just another goodbye,
A silent message saying, “Please don’t cry.”
I really don’t understand why people weep,
Memories as treasure we’ll always keep.

Time closes the book of grief,
Memories turn back every…

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दूर हम होते चले गए

और भी अरमान हैं, अधूरे हैं….

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न मैं कुछ कह पाई, न वो कुछ सुन पाये,
ख़ामोशी के दायरे बढ़ते चले गए,
दूर होने की वजह तो न थी,
पास आने के बहाने घटते चले गए,

जाने क्या चाहती थी मैं
जाने क्या उनके अरमान थे,
हर पल को जीने की ख़्वाहिश थी मेरी
आसमान में उड़ने के उनके ख़्वाब थे,
उनके ख़्वाबों के पंख फैलते रहे
मेरी ख़्वाहिशों के पल सिकुड़ते चले गए,

साथ चलते चलते कब आगे निकल गए वो,
न उन्हें खबर हुई न मुझे,

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Who Is He?

Mystery Man

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Who is he?

Who is he? who comes in my dreams,
Who wakes me up from my slumber and sleep.
Whose face is hardly seen,…
But his image is engraved deep within.
He has several names and immortal fame,
made a special place in my heart like a photoframe!!

Who is he?
Whom I cannot see but
Find him within me.
I do not know him,
But I understand him.
I cannot touch him but,
I can…

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My Grandpa...

Wishful thinking

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A Grandfather means so many things…
He gave me the power to become a king
He gave me life and a freedom for swing
He gave me a gift of Santa and tied a string.

A source of strength and support
He gave me happiness a fish and a boat
He never kept me like a prison goat
He told me to become a king and conquer a fort

He is my friend
I like the time with him to spend
He is my…

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Chapter Thirteen

May the days get better

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The old house had been locked up for years?
So she entered the den of a dying woman’s dream
The sitting room was overcrowded with big wardrobes and oversized dressers
The bedroom door was to the left-
that’s where she passed away…
the suited stranger said as he pointed to the door.

She shuddered!

I don’t want to go in there she thought
as she was busy opening the drawer of…

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