You may be.

How often do you think, there were someone to hold your hands?
Haven’t you thought their mere touch would heal you to new?
Have you had searched their face among the shining stars?
You may be.

When it rains, when the wind touches, when in the woods;
Or when the helium lamps glow somewhere in dark,
Have not you longed to be with them?
You may be.

How long would you wait? Should the seasons change?
Should the migratory birds cross back the seas?
Would you wait until your wait proves worthy?
You may be.

Is that day near? No prophets would ever answer.
If you want to know- seek.
Go out. Seek. Go on.
You may be!
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What have I written now?

What should I write?
Should I write about my pain,
When I’ve nothing else left in?
'hmm...' No, I won’t.
Why should my pain touch you – let it rest within me.
How do I become a person of no thoughts within no time?
Was I always been such?
How come I can be an empty bottle before half of me is filled?
Actually when my pain bleeds my pen oozes out,
But today it’s been frozen same as my thoughts.
Should I change my pen or myself?
What have I written now?
It may be - What I’ve not thought if I was not I’m now!
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Hope is the next shore.

For me,
Hope is the next shore.
I want to be there.
My dreams are again beyond...
But I’ve to be there,
There in the midst of hope and hope!
I’d be there; or I’d be drowned.
But there is only one thing I’m sure -
I’m not sailing back.
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