The young heart knows not much,
It follows the attention.
It cannot distinguish good from bad.
It just follows the path of impulses,
The young heart persevere,
It persevere even if it hurts,
It can’t let go, it can’t let it flow.
The young heart is pure and naive,
And it always fall for the trickster.
It is the irony of love
As it takes you down before it takes you high.
Young heart learns soon,
Young heart understands soon,
That most of the times you have to choose to love what is good for you… 
Author: Sayali Talvelkar
I am
Not caged
Take it when you want it,
This body is nothing but earth,
It will meet earth sooner or later,
But what you can’t take away is my soul,
You can’t take it even if you abuse it,
It will never be anyone’s because it’s eternal.
You can’t take away my consciousness that makes me who I am,
You can manipulate it but it can never be your slave.
You can’t take away what I write,
You can push me away from my path,
But you can’t walk my voyages,
You can’t keep me in exile for long.
I am and will always be free… 
The wait
I wait…
For the day I see you off to work,
The day I ask you what you would want to have for dinner.
I wait…
For the day I come home tired to find you there,
The day I can spend the weekend just in your arms .
I wait…
For the day we cook together,
The day we have coffee and watch the pouring rain together.
All love to you… 
Intervention
You go on countless one night stands,
I eat away my emotions,
She binges on TV series,
He runs his aggression with each mile.
They party all night to forget all sensations,
I shout at people hoping someone will care.
She shops her day away to appease her dying marriage,
He drinks his pain away of his cheating partner.
We all are showing off very well,
Like everything is fine.
When actually we are all broken adults,
Living off our coping lies… 
“Toxic “
They come like a cool breeze out of nowhere,
They feel like you have been waiting for them.
They make you forget even yourself,
That’s how their magic actually works.
Just when you get little too comfortable,
They will show you what they are really made of.
When you can’t stop worshipping the trickster,
They leave you with nothing but plain dejection.
They are playing and playing till they get bored,
They are taking and taking till you have no more.
They will hurt you and ask you that why you cry,
They will ignore even if you are dying.
They are nothing but something just like spirit,
They will only mess you up because they are toxic… 
“Hues of vision “
Blues of clear deep ocean ,
Black of a new moon night.
Hues of woody hazelnut,
Green of mountain trail vines.
Each and every pair is magnificent in its own way,
Each and every pair has a cosmos in its deepest ends…
The Miracle
The body so fragile, it breaks in a moment,
The heart so brittle, it shatters by few words ,
The life is capricious, it ends without a notice,
Yet you are sound and safe at this point,
Yet you mend your heart everytime it breaks,
Yet you live this moment with much hopes for next second.
The crux of now is just so simple,
That you are a miracle of the creation,
That you are miracle, don’t you ever forget… 
“Wings “
She ran away from the cage that she always wanted to escape,
She came into the world that she never saw before.
She felt free with no bondage enticing her,
She could go any where and be anyone she ever wanted.
All the new found freedom was a high for her,
Soon she started to kiss something she could not quite place.
She realized it was the cage that she called “something like home”,
And she knew deep inside that pain was her strongest muse… 
“An evening at the beach “
The waves of emotions come and go,
But the still and steady coast of relation always stay.
The impulses of the moment drives you blind,
But the love that grows is slow and kind.
The people that attracts your senses may be intriguing,
But the ones that nourishes your soul are rare unseasonable rain.
Don’t fall for the breezy strangers that sweeps you off your feet,
Instead keep the gentle comarade that catches you when you fall… 
“Tranquil “
Chirping of the night creatures,
Humming of the electricity,
The light people are falling down,
And the night children are wide awake.
The stillness of the air makes the sound of pen on roll crystal clear.
The smell of the moist dry earth soothes like no other .
It’s the night that is showing its magic or the work of the ink,
That the clutter in my mind no longer lives…
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