Success

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A distant dream

reserved for the cream-

those chosen few;

was the success I knew.

The smile on my face

on darkest of days

like bright sunshine,

said success was mine.

A dizzy escalation

calling for celebration

of unfolding life new

was the success I knew.

A simple pleasure

I pursue at leisure;

a word, dot and line

said success was mine.

A final destination

permanent coronation

a hill top with a view,

was the success I knew

Shedding wilted and worn

for the new leaves born;

a growing vine

said success was mine.

My failures and learning

flames of hope burning

simple joys bursting seams,

life with success gleams.

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Bottled Lullabies

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It was well past bed-time as I tossed and turned, adjusted the pillows for a hundredth time, turned on the heater and waited with closed eyes hoping to smoothly drift away into sleep. When it remained elusive even after an hour of trying, I walked over to the window and stared aimlessly at the empty road, an occasional truck that passed by, the golden light from the street lamps and the cobbled footpath extending into infinite darkness.

Under the nearest lamp lay a bearded old man draped in what looked like the pitiful remnants of an ancient overused blanket, unperturbed by the noise of the trucks or the biting cold. He lay there in deep slumber under the watchful gaze of faraway stars. I sighed and reached for the bottle of pills that faithfully sang me sweet lullabies every single day.

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Imprisoned

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Prisoner of thoughts,
a mind-set that rots,
confined and trapped
by  beliefs strapped.
Unable to spill out
of fear and doubt,
secured by locks
the iron gate mocks
at my helplessness
clueless restlessness.
An eternal wait
for a turn of fate,
a saviour with a key
to set me free.
I kept waiting
hoping, berating
the confining lock
a mere mental block,
I worried without pause
about a lock that never was.

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Bitten

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I have been waiting for this night in persistent perseverance. I want the result to be spectacular, a neat job that would silence the harshest of critics. There is no one in this house but me and what the people of the house called “a kind of eeriness”, as if they were being watched.  Ha! Did they expect me to easily give up my abode for them? This has been my home for over a hundred years, the very place where I cast my mystical yellow glow, causing weird things to happen to the people of the house.

But now, I have task at hand. I wonder how this bug that normally bites just creatures like those in this house, dared to bite me. But now that I am a victim, my hands itch, my heart flutters, eyes glow and a wicked smile takes shape on my face. I really have to do it tonight and make sure everyone sees it. It has to be done in secret without feeling self-conscious, but by tomorrow I want the whole world to be spooked, to gape in astonishment, to acknowledge my presence. I will tell them in style that I have arrived. 

There is no time to waste. In utmost silence I pull it out and admire its cold metallic feel. Without further delay, I shoot myself and marvel at my very first selfie.

                                       

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I am Able

You see me on a chair with wheels,

feeling pity, wonder how it feels

to lead a life of dreary dependence

a life you feel is a forced penance.

You see just my disability

and think I wallow in self pity,

but aren't we all the same-

agile at many, at others lame?

You see me unable to see you,

darkness being my permanent view

and think I’m nothing without my cane

living a life of perpetual bane.

You see just my disability

and think I wallow in self pity,

sadly your eyes can’t see my mind

and its painted canvas one of a kind.

You see me unable to hear or speak;

a world without words you say is bleak,

never to be spoken to, never to be heard

my company you think is just absurd.

You see just my disability

and think I wallow in self pity,

but isn't it sad you need a word

to free thoughts caged like a bird?

You see just my disability

branding me a liability,

since we are all differently abled

can’t you spare me unlabelled?

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