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| Nivedita Roy |
The Race
The stretched roads
Reaching to the horizon
It’s a race
Of the living
Of the humdrum
Of the bumps
Of the honks
Of the traffic jams
Of the long routes
Of green patches
Of a glimpse of sand
Of a whiff of pine
Of a noisy bridge
Of crowded crossroads
Of buzzing cafes
Of smoky lounges
Of meeting strangers
Of the smiling at known faces
Of making connections
Of facing pain
Of hiding the truth
Of faking happiness
Of insignificant wins
Of huge losses
Of wishing more
Of satiated with less
Of wanting more
Of just the life …
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The Distant Ones
The bonds unaffected with distances
Connections that are more than comrades
Standing the test of time
We created some memories together
And now we relish those in retrospect
Cherished secrets, nostalgic giggles
Sipping each moment like the nectar
Relishing each recital by luminaries
Global warming of hearts and souls
Bonds are cemented with love and nurture
It’s the journey that matters, as we plan the future
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