Old Wine…

Some very old stuff written by me in 2003-04.

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In prismic prose
The rainbow flew down
Yet I couldn’t find
The Color of my heart…………..

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The poet in me
Woke up
This fine morning,
As he called my name…
And lord!
Why aren’t mornings
Always the same……………….

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One man’s destiny
Attached to another
Feather by feather
Makes me fly
This endless joy
Of you being you
And you being the one
What’s so special
That drives me insane
Takes me away
From things so mundane
Why isn’t everyone
Soo like you
Why ain’t the sky
Always blue…………….

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Freedom
Perfection
Words
Desires
“I believe”
Is all I need?
Hold my hand
For a moment today
There is no such place
As far away………………

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About Amit
Conventional, boring, believer, poet, Shayar (to be precise), lover of music, musical instruments, and all that can be called music (theoretically or metaphorically), jack of all master of none, more of a reader less of a writer, arbit philosopher, foolish debater.. and many more such things.. like so many people!

2 Responses to Old Wine…

  1. Amit says:

    Thanks Deepika!

  2. Deepika says:

    “In prismic prose
    The rainbow flew down
    Yet I couldn’t find
    The Color of my heart…………..”

    LOVELY!!!

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