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    Journies of Fledging Steps
    Journies of Fledging Steps
    Journies of Fledging Steps
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    Journies of Fledging Steps

    By Amritpal Singh

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    Thoughts written in easy rhyme or abstract capture the deepest and superficial thoughts of an average being, some romantic, some daring, some reclusive some bright, some deep dark and scary, but overall capture the thoughts of the run of the mill, which some do not want to bring forth. A journey of about twenty seven years in the making, vexing, lonely at times, at times melancholic but overall a fruitful and rewarding .
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPartridge Publishing India
    Release dateDec 10, 2013
    ISBN9781482816136
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      Journies of Fledging Steps - Amritpal Singh

      SELFISH EMBRACES

      Lying in my arms,

      snuggled I thought,

      Distant, but distant she was,

      warped and wrapped in

      her own designs,

      her own plans,

      her own thoughts,

      her own passions,

      talking to her monotonously,

      my voice was bouncing off,

      I was becoming a bat:

      my hearing being

      accentuated picking up only;

      only my voice:

      my thoughts, were there

      pouring out, trying to make

      a head way:

      events were coming a full circle,

      earlier I was like this:

      and she was like me now:

      my passions were being

      accentuated, reaching a crescendo

      heating me up,

      however my passions

      were cooling her; freezing,

      caresses, which kindled her,

      were now freezing her,

      causing her to shiver,

      Embraces which she craved,

      were now repelling her, stifling her,

      she was as if caught in a

      vice like, pythonic grip,

      she was becoming distant

      to everything I gave her,

      Dreaming, dreaming

      I presume, of far off,

      Desires; wants,

      desires of being somewhere;

      somewhere else.

      Wanting to move away,

      wanting to be alone;

      all alone:

      wanting to be different,

      wanting to be wanted,

      wanting to be acclaimed,

      wanting to be recognized,

      wanting to be wanton:

      wanting; just wanting; desiring

      to do what was desired,

      But what was desired

      wanting to be away:

      wanting to move apart

      be alone:

      Reasons for our moving:

      apart were unfathomable;

      to a lay man

      a cold detached, selfish,

      person like me:

      Asking for this distance

      was not in the right

      as everyone has their reasons

      everyone has their cocoon

      to go into:

      convoluted, had become,

      become the ways of life:

      difficult and incomprehensible

      drifting: meandering:

      aimlessly it seemed:

      but moving surely and definitively

      to achieve a narrow vision:

      vision conceived,

      with own desires, designs in

      the fore most,

      nothing else was deemed:

      right or worth considering,

      Choice was made:

      Events; emotions; fury; time

      work at their own pace,

      one cannot influence, them

      but also cannot mould them,

      like a storm blows out:

      one can only wait and watch:

      Time ticked only that much

      more slowly,

      I was becoming more cold

      more detached,

      more lonely,

      more singular,

      more selfish

      And weren’t you?

      WAITING FOR SOMETHING

      We sat there,

      waiting for something

      magical to take place

      waiting for chimes to

      tinkle,

      waiting for the stars

      to light up the sky,

      waiting for the moon

      to bathe us only in

      its ethereal, silvery

      wash:

      waiting for silence

      of the night to

      hear what our heart

      beats wanted to say.

      Waiting for the nightingale

      to play the musical

      ode to our love,

      waiting for the crickets

      to beat on their legs

      to herald our visionary,

      platonic love:

      waiting for the world

      to recognize that

      we were in love:

      waiting for the mundane

      to pass in this,

      monumental time in our

      lives:

      waiting for the streams

      and rivers, play their

      musical fares:

      waiting for that

      enlightening ray of

      light to brighten

      our knowledge of love:

      waiting for that

      moment to tick away,

      which we thought had

      stopped when we were

      in love,

      waiting, to drown

      into the pools of your eyes

      waiting, waiting for your

      smile to brighten my life,

      show me light,

      waiting, waiting for our

      hearts to melt, forge—

      forge into one:

      waiting, waiting we waited

      in vain, as time passed:

      passed away.

      While we stood

      waiting for all the

      magical to happen

      the whale time

      came and took

      away, all that came in

      its wake.

      Engulfing all that

      reared itself; stood up for

      what it deemed

      was its.

      Way of life

      Time snuffed out what

      stood its ground, In

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