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Through the Mist It's a cold night, a moonlit night i strolled on the grass barefoot feet drenched in the pearly dews I stared at the twinkling stars As I was moving on Something moved, a silhoutte my ancestor caveman, wild and ignorant at a distance, under the giant oak tree Eternity passed, moonlit fog dances I cannot see the wandering outsider was that a glimpse or ghost? oh my ghost love!

There happened to be a long break for my writings, out of which I have published a few here. I have decided to resume it again and started the course with a tribute to one of magnificent ladies that I have met. This is an ode to Ms Vineetha Sophia Gabriel.   Ode to a Wise Woman   My lady fair Thou hast shown me secret  of life      Amid all the thorns of rose Laugh, and laugh and be merry My lady fair Who knows not how to rebuke and scorn Life will always treat you well For you see nothing , but  good My lady fair You are truest friend possible Who giggle s  at any instant probable You are the words of my song My lady fair The sun is bright and the sky is blue But all I do is sit and think Of you alone ,  without  a blink My lady fair He made thee full of sunshine For Priyanka and Vijay  may  hold A mother spun of purest gold My lady fair Whenever I think of you not being here Will miss those ‘aasties’ and so much more You

                                              Untitled I looked through the window There was no one, I went out. I looked to the window, There was no one, A shadow perhaps, in writhing pain It was raining I went in, drenched I left it all the other side The innocence I lost The faith I ignored The love I left behind And, the happiness I wiped out. but now its raining soft... frail frail... life is no more than this.

Noone can... engrave on ripples of water... stab on depths of air... So the lucky... don't have to fear about memories. Now I understand... that I have no escape I was surrounded by them. memories.....

I wanna hide behind you My lady fair... I noticed your graceful petting with hands never hauled when you touched me young caressed my fevered head all night beside my bed... You guide me Maa when I lost my way You shaped me when I was just a mould to be... It was you Maa, My dear... it was your hands of love...

Solitude is like a hundred darts mercilessly piercing your heart. Solitude is like a deep split you'll know not where your foot slips. Solitude is like darkness profound blinding your eyes with joy unbound.