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I was thinking about the faces , Faces that etch themselves into the soul From when and where did we meet them You cannot find answers for the poems  only to questions When all questions lift themselves and walk away You wake up Faces sowing the seeds of dreams And tangled itself into the  past and future No… leave the hooks that you have clutched so tightly Then faces will not haunt you for too long Faces of those ghosts who are there but not really there Forgiven may not always mean forgotten Always it is the same face That dug deep into the soul Thrown away years back Still comes back like waves May be it is the wind or may be it is the ocean Who initiates them Don’t know  still faces are floating everywhere... Do not ask too many questions Else you will lose...

The world is far away or too close. I wish to remain in the margins so that the world cannot seduce me into its beautiful colours of passions and it also cannot leave me for the same reason that 'I' exist. Existence in terms of  non -being. Alienation and  cravings make a tug of war, loosening the rope of awareness... Happy day does not necessarily mean happy. It can also be unhappy so that when it finally ends you are  happy. Glacier How the innocence of snow hardens into the rock.  If you could give me the answer I am going to fall in love with you A love without hesitations and inhibitions... Life is hard and  I rock And roll A gloomy smile Pestering inside me Cravings smother me Soon I took a mirror Thousands of guilty smile and cravings Stare back at me Looked into  deeper and darker Every mirror mirrors me. I warn them and warn them