if I could be a thing

i want to be a houseboat

one that takes dreamers across the water

and collects many a golden mote

as the midnight laughter

drowns in the high tide

and secrets mingle

with the breeze of the sea side

i will sail on

try to catch the early morning sun

i want to be there 

if… you do come

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i chased freedom

freedom chased me

in the midst of it all

the other we did not see

i realize freedom is in me

in the seed is the tree

kindness can come from strangers 

across the sea

i have stopped chasing freedom

freedom has stopped chasing me

i pause to see the white winter sun

listen to the black night sea

serendipity…if you hear me

make our paths cross

i want a chance to share

happiness and loss

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be the grass 

that cradles my feet

reads my silence

never asks to repeat

be the breeze

that slips between my fingers everyday

the gentle hand that touches me

when i get carried away

be the moon 

that never casts a shadow

won’t you tell me

where you’d like to go

let’s make a sweet memory

let go of all the gloom

when the world starts to fall asleep

and the jasmine starts to bloom

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i hear

in the lands of milk and honey

there will soon be 

a different kind of money

defi will defy

wealth will trickle

no change

without ripple

i listen to the friday morning jazz

sip my tea

in the search for someone

wonder if I will ever lose me

i polish the nickle 

and the dime

look around and realize

nothing is really mine

i close my eyes

tea is cold

the sun’s warm embrace

a gift better than gold

as the forests burn

and the skies turns gray

may I always remember what matters

…the gift of today

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you say

you are somewhat bored

the pandemic makes you

want to dash out of the door

i say

i feel somewhat zen

it is ok i don’t know

when the pandemic will end

you smile and look at me

your eyes convey a story

i close mine

pause my worry

love to just lie on the grass

so warm and green

share secrets

and some orange blossom ice cream

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you ask 

would i prefer gold or silver trinkets

i say

i’d love the wind’s anklets

the ones that make beautiful music 

as the sun rises 

the ones that make the dusk

a time for sweet surprises

you ask

would I prefer to talk or be silent today

i say

let’s take a walk along the english bay

where the glorious red sun 

gently sinks into the turquoise waters

you ask

and that’s all that really matters

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they ask me where i am really from

that is a good question i say

i ponder for a moment

my stillness goes astray

the waters are turbulent and brown

i search for answers in black and white

my wandering mind

wants to remember the one out of sight

i answer i don’t know where i am really from

that is interesting they say

they ponder for a moment

another lost connection in another day

we arrive and depart from the universe alike

me they you and more

why does it matter

where we are really from and where we go 

they ask me where i am really from

that is a good question i say

i ponder and decide

i will not let my stillness go astray

 

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twenty six alphabets in a foreign tongue

can’t convey what’s on my mind

a brother murdered

a partner and sweet child left behind

why does empathy and love

get snuffed out by hate and tyranny

why does the beauty of difference

scare so many

precious life the gift of breath

may i always remember to be kind

twenty six alphabets in a foreign tongue

can’t convey what’s on my mind

 

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when you stand on firm ground

remember water flows beneath you

when this and that mix

you get beautiful blue

when you lovingly feed someone

remember you may get hurt

the kind and cruel 

are nurtured by earth

i think i know

why the wise ones say

nothing stays the same 

tomorrow and today

senseless violence

searing pain

everything will be washed away

like golden motes in the grey rain

 

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somewhere

the sun sets

the moon rises

the heart never forgets

that first moment 

when my baby cried

looked into my eyes

and for the first time smiled

i will always love you to the moon and back

you know why

twenty summers

how the years have gone by

 

~HAPPY 20th BIRTHDAY TO MY AWESOME SON, NIRANJ~

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