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In me .....

My Diwali needs no fire
No sparkles no diyas...
No forest flies to shine, no candles to burn bright....
It needs a wish from you to walk my way to light ....

When villages twinkle with joy... in the passing train journey
I wonder what makes them smile ?
And i know joy is the key

When cities dull and grey leave me lonely and selfish
I wonder wherein lies the ecstacy ?

When the great ten headed god Ravan burns in flesh and blood
I wonder is he burning in me ?

I need no crackers to burst... just my ego to die
I need no force of god just my resolve to move by...

I need your sweetness and your warmth
I need to celebrate diwali in me.

Comments

Anonymous said…
you are just amazing. i went thru some of ur previous poems and even they are amazing!

just keep writing.
5:40 am
JS said…
A celebration within, with a yearn for someone, someone who breathes through you.
4:48 am
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