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Shades of "Thought" Covered in the blanket of polished words Can break or make the world Peeping through hole of pretentious wall There it was standing human THOUGHT They cannot be touched neither can be smelled But their existence can spin even the human body of Flesh and blood These thoughts have skin of one colour And soul of different shades It is sold in the street of lies and the world of fake Few thoughts would be chaotic Like harsh thunderstorm Few would be musical like uncalled rain                            Few are embraced with reality and few would Even stumble upon to make it existence feel Few   are strong enough to change the road map And some would deceive even the right path Thoughts never demand to be decorated with sugar coated words just sprinkle the shimmer of truth and ...

Our TiNy Tale Confined in few words carved with finest edges Painted with choicest of colour Let me spill the paint brush on the canvas of our tale The tale of you and me and also of the thousands of memories in between The tale of a clock which striked 12 : 14 on 4th of October The tale of the moon above which was celebrating this magical moment with excitement and thrill The tale of you me and mirror where my words are the shine and your smile is the reflection of us in that mirror The tale of the moment that we stole from the universe when I embraced you for the first time pulling down all the baggage’s that my heart and mind was carrying so long The tale of you and me The tale of miles that you travel making this world look tiniest thing in this universe The tale of falling in and out of love and in a wink being in each other's arm The tale of infinity of you and endless of me   The tale of shrinks and rise Th...

“U”  in  yOu Let the darkest of  cloud slide  a bit for you , let the little rays of sun  shine on you Let the slightest of hope make a tiniest of room in your heart, Let that tiniest room become  the shelter for millions of your dreams and beyond Let the crankiest noise of your trouble weaved into melodious harmony, which makes way for life's japordy to walk away Let the last bit of sand  get a grip on your palm, Hold it tight till you build the castle which cannot be shattered even by the strongest of waves Let the "U" in you be one among you to bring out the best in you!                                                                              Anjana Shetty

I just paused not stopped, Paused to look around the world that was moving ahead with the speed of light No matter if some one is falling apart or standing high Everyone is trying to be ahead in the race of life. When I paused in this race I had a fear of stumbling upon on someone who is still the part of that chase Fear of getting knocked down by someone who wants to win it no matter what it takes. Fear of judgmental eyes who will question my existence because unlike others I took a pause in this race. When I paused in this race I came across someone who were unhappy in the skin Which covered them few cribbed for being dark and few   cried upon for being plump there were also few who were tagged as third gender just because their soul was captivated in a wrong body  which society   found hard to blend. When I paused in this race I realised that not everyone wants to be part of this race There are few who wish to ch...

  Don't let the DREAMER die!!!! To the beautiful YOU, to those pair of twinkling eyes which are reading this through, I know you are willing to get lost in the words that I am going to write, Let me guess ! You are searching for the pair of rhymes which is capable of describing gist of your life Words that might end  up touching the dead nerves of your life, or may tickle you and bring the unstoppable laugh that is heard through miles. Few phrases that I scribble here might even take you to the journey through  memory lane, where you might have acted stupid,serious,funny,brainy or may be just lame!!! But ain't we all have stories that can be narrated hours and days long, even then it gets confined within few words and vocabulary strong. Hey look!!  there's someone sneaking through, isn't that someone just like you?  I got it! its the painter or writer or may be actor within you that was trying to peep through. It is drea...