lodhi's Archive
Flowers are blooming in their feelings
The rainy season is still a stranger
If I see the air is at a standstill
When I think the trees are all dancers
Socrates had to drink the poison
I am to bear with Life's anger
Those sorrows are so beloved to me
Bestowed upon me by you my lover
We are a reflection of each other
We dont have faces but have mirrors
The sun in the sandle trees
Webbed the rays like a spider.
~~lodhi
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"The Pinching Heart"
let your pinching heart fall
into the arms of sleep
sorrow is the season
and the hopes are bleak
don't say that you love me
its the rhetoric of the meek
though you have left me alone
these eyes have been trying not to weep
I shall strive to forget you
from your memories how should I sneak
so corroding is this morbid remorse
should run away , should take a leap
fault is mine and its true when they say
as you sow so shall you reap
~~lodhi
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"The Fear"
People are afraid of happy moments
As these can unfold sorrows.
People are not afraid of Death,
They are afraid of living tomorrow.
~~lodhi
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Today when I woke up I was still asleep
down in the river of dreams so deep
flying high in the unflinching thoughts
some times as high as a mountain peak
for how long the dark night should wait for the sun
and in shape of dew drops the skies to weep
the eye avoids the standing waters, but
for the ocean's voyage the heart creeps
there has been pain and sorrow but I am still alive
some candles fight the winds though they are weak
~~lodhi
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"Thinking..."
thinking differently form others
looking at the desert and thinking of oceans
indeed its enimity with oneself
living in a glass house and thinking of stone
your bright face in the moonlight
closing my eyes and thinking og this scene
surfing in a rough sea
and thinking about something serene
what is lost in bright days
thinking about it in the blanket of a dream
~~lodhi
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