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  And the night Don’t just ask the dreams To depart in haste, For the quickest of its voyage Starts in a spurt of blurry thought. As the gates of my eyes Open up wide to Suspend the dreams Until the next nocturnal hours, And to embrace the dawn In reluctance though. Don’t just ask the dream To depart in hast, I sighed in grief. And the day.

As the hourglass lets its soul sliding, Through its pinch to hit the bottom, As a new dune incarnates with every hour, Through its race along the moment of bliss. The tussle endures elsewhere though, With the ticking of needles at a rhythmic pace. The mind attempts a race against time, With a swift voyage on the never-ending path. The one I wanted the most to stay, But couldn’t be kept often at bay, The moment the race begins to sway, Time carries everything away. Bound to go far away, Never to return, To its rest, though.  Linto

  R eferred to as a strange dialect, W ith its end being sheer utterance, W hile quietness adorns its beginning, R ipping apart from the chaos and fractals.        A n unscripted language read with heart,      W hile seldom judged as a mark of wisdom,      W here it prevails over the clamour of notions,      A nd proves anger and absolute aversion. O ften attributed to the confessions of boredom, T alking out louder than the blabbers of the time machine, T earing apart the vicious, yet possessed thoughts, O wned it though after a series of cacophonous shrieks and protests.     S ilence , Yes it’s my fiery evaporation of boiling thoughts in eternal action.                                                                   ...

    Hearts estranged from those Once claimed as dear pals. Parting ways, For they used to own each other once. Strangers! That they turned out to be. Strangers! once knew each other very well. Changes crept into life with one’s advent though, And changes ever in flux as one departs fortuitously timed. Claims in vain, those prattle echoed   Infinity of friendship, often with masquerading talks. All those chatters were deduced to complaints. And cries as mere defeats, While laughter turned to mockery, And silence as boredom. As the crimson rays of the sun, Spread over the dry fields of our life, Remember not to forget, When the incessant flow of our life-span grows, We will all err with the equations of life, Crumbling down…only to be strangers. Once known each other well, Mere strangers no w.   Linto

  When the time of the midnight sun and the bright nights are over It leaves the sky as a dark canvas. Where the stars and the northern light, Get the canvas to create their masterpiece in the night, Flanked by the nocturnal clouds those sped away like a meander. And that says a lot about the reality we live here on earth How the darkness is needed for us to see the light, How the cold is what makes us feel the warmth of the fire, How the space between the trees is what forms the woods, How the silence between our words is what makes Anything we say makes sense, How the nothingness is the space for anything to be perceived, How something has to be silenced for something else to be heard, How something dies to give life for something new. We die to live Forever  Linto

                                                                                                                  Pic Credit: Google Images “Roshan….get ready soon boy, we are going to be late for sure….” She warned him repeatedly but in vain. Roshan was trying to figure out the reason for the ants’ disciplined movement, marching in a line…he never saw such discipline back in his school. His mother’s repeated warning didn’t seem to bother him at all. A miscreant ant deviated a bit and bit his leg rapidly and scooted back to the line, bringing him back to his senses. “Yes, mo...

  Sun longed For a cloudy firmament To smear the horizon With a crimson sunset. The hours that breathed Charred the day soon As the ash faded into the dusk. The day ends engulfed by darkness Breathing lives into The nostrils of the dreams.  Linto