“Hope” by Arun.J

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In a butterfly’s wings,
In a child’s smile,
In my sister’s love,
In a friend’s hug,
In the flickering candle light,
In the beautiful night sky,
In the smell of early rain,
In the vibrant sun rise,
In a happy tear,
In a friendly laugh,
I see a fragile thing,
A promise of tomorrow, a happy tomorrow –
A thing called HOPE.

Emily Dickinson, “I dwell in possibility”

I dwell in Possibility–
A fairer House than Prose–
More numerous of Windows–
Superior–for Doors–

Of Chambers as the Cedars–
Impregnable of Eye–
And for an Everlasting Roof
The Gambrels of the Sky–

Of Visitors–the fairest–
For Occupation–This–
The spreading wide my narrow Hands
To gather Paradise–

“Worry” by Arun.J

Like a ghost, you grip me-
Making me lost,
in my own thoughts
and afraid,
of my own memories.
It feels, as if,
I were in a dream…
In the woods of thoughts and memories,
alone and lost-
between somewhere and nowhere.
The depressing cold wind,
The pleasant old music,
drizzling emotions.
The climate, as sad as I.
I wander… and wander….
looking for nowhere.
empty silence everywhere,
making me feel,
as aloof as the moon.
the rays of hope, shone,
from the distant moon
and the happy stars.
Tears spill as words,
in a friendly piece of paper.
makes me think..
more and more..
Am i stalemated, i wonder..
Perhaps,.. Life is not chess-
I can just play,
a simple waiting move.
I must remind myself-
“It is time to fight back”

“Friend” by Arun.J

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I don’t care, if you are,
a boy or a girl;

I don’t care, if you are,
rich or poor;

I don’t care, if you are,
white or black;

I don’t care, if you are,
young or old;

I don’t care, if you are,
strong or weak;

I don’t care, if you are,
a genius or not;

Just give me a hug,
my dear pal;

All I care,
is your love.