Cheers!

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Cheers!

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Here is one last thing, one last day, one last hour

a  passing of time like sands of my life too shall pass

with a final attempt holding on to my dreams

getting blown in the sky on the night of year’s eve.

Shall we raise one more glass to forget what it was?

Maybe once to remember what we are leaving behind

what we search in our lives but we never can find

so we drink once again when tonight be the last

and no tears to regret how the years fade so fast.

Cheers! to all and for all may you find love in time.

H.O

December 31, 2016

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Drift Away

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Drift Away

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It is easy to let go and drift away

unnoticed, no marks left on the bark

of the old tree, like a life forming rings

through the seasons of time.

In the shadows dissolve, nothing mine

to hold on, nothing gets on the way

if I want to just fade,

to let go while alone drift away-

H.O

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“We keep drifting till we see light. Seldom do we realize that the light was always there!”
Avijeet Das

Winter

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Winter

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What is this world we created?

Born out of shadows and pain it grows

every word planted in a fruitless garden

where seeds wither and harden

and bear no witness to our design.

Fall turns to winter in emotions confined

to the coldness of a feeling that froze

in a couple of verses with no ending found

to a story abandoned as new seeds find

its way in a new spring full of dreams.

But to every winter we are bound

playing in summer with new schemes

not meant to last, for every verse dictated

comes to exist as a reminder of what seems

a life destined to the winter we created.

H.O

― “Nothing burns like the cold. But only for a while. Then it gets inside you and starts to fill you up, and after a while you don’t have the strength to fight it.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

Quietly

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Quietly

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If I was to die

quietly alone

fade from memories

quietly as well

tip toeing quietly through life

footprints quietly unknown,

was I ever there?

Would the place I fell

through the ages bear

any signs of me?

When my face with time

quietly disappear

was I ever real?

If I was to die quietly alone

would my death reveal

once I was alive?

or like a tree that falls

with no one to hear

was I ever here?

H.O