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World Above the Clouds

Far away from this bonded crowd,
Far away from these layers of 
shroud,
Oh wings of the air glide me away,
To the world, world above the 
clouds.

To the giant mountains of mist,
Where sparkling houses of rain 
will 
be built,
World beneath where would be 
moving,
And sun rays where will be cold 
and soothing.

Where I won’t be bound by laws,
And I could speak freely about 
the 
things I love aloud,
Yeah to the world with cloud 
above the clouds,
Where everything just everything 
will be allowed.

Sliding on morning dews that stays 
till night,
Diving in the night’s sky that looks 
like morning light,
With no paths to follow,
I’ll glide free and fast,
Yawing, pitching, bouncing, 
shouting,
Like the endless penumbra it’s 
unknown where I’ll last
Yeah endless it is,
And it’s unknown where I’ll last



For Above the CloudsContest
I think I am late :-( posting this 
anyways

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The Missing Me

With shadows in the dark,
Facing atrocities of the cold,
Yet drenched in the sweat,
I walk down the street

Am bound to follow what others passed by,
Crime it is as if else I try,
Tears follow the path of my cheek,
And it’s the only way my eyes speak,
Lips of mine when turn dry.

I smile I really try to,
To be happy as if I was made to,
I speak of something I don’t know
But there’s what my heart knows,
That’s what my eyes ponder,
And that’s what untold but true,
Yes I know,
Yes I do,
I am missing me in me,
Yes I know,
Yes I do,
I am missing being me……….

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Thinking of You

I wonder what angel feels like,
Cos it’s been years since I met you,
I wonder what you think of me,
Cos all I do is to think of you…
				                
				                  I keep counting the seconds,
                                                  For you to ring me and say hi,
                                                  Feels good great just wow,
                                                  Am outta this world with thy,
You take me to new highs,
You make me feel low,
My angel my cutsie wootsie,
I think I am addicted to you, 
				               
				               You are always here with me,
				               Playing with my memories,
				               A dream beyond words,
				               An angel outta this world,
May be someday it’ll be true,
May be someday I’ll be with you,
And in my eyes then you will see,
Everything that you are to me…
                                                 I know it's hopeless,
                                                 And you won't think it's true, 
                                                 But day in and day out what this friend does is,
                                                 Just think of you,
                                                 Yeah just think of you...........

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Dad's Rose

Alluring rose,
Lost some petals,
Little withered,
But still whiffing her odor

All he said to her,
That one day she will bloom,
For thorns are all she needs,
For it’s in her stars,
To be a lover’s delight
To be a wedding’s wreath,
To be last gift of a living to dead

Alluring rose,
Lost some petals,
And he stayed there,
She needed him but water and sun

For gems of purest rays serene,
She is born to blush unseen,
She will 
She will be a delight
And all then a father will do,
Is seeing her off from aisle with smile….

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Assassination of a Dream

One in many tens,
She reaches the Moon,
The Moon is conspicuous,
It palpates the Sun.

An unwritten thaumaturgy,
You wonder her crime
She quivers in melancholy,
Crimson puddle of dreams & reality,
Why some colors never mix?

Pressed against the wall,
Beneath the invisible glass,
With few taps of fingertips,
Ashamed soul cries,
It smiles,
A withered dying dream may be…

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Paraphrased
A woman has to face more problems compared to her counterparts in achieving the same goal (1 in 10). However, once a woman achieves something noteworthy (Moon /prized possession) she is easily noticeable. This moon thus becomes subject of envy and hurts ego (Sun) of some men/society (moon palpates sun)
Now magically out of nowhere (unwritten thaumaturgy) rumors spread about her. But she wonders about the mistake (achieving success) she has committed. When these rumors (melancholy) reach her she trembles in horror. Her dreams and reality have barriers filled with anguish/rage (crimson puddle) both hers and society. She slowly starts believing dreams will not become reality (colors never mix)
She is forced by the norms of society (pressed against the wall). She cannot grow further because of the glass ceiling effect (invisible glass). Twitterati and hooligans of social media troll her (taps of fingertips). She feels ashamed. It (her dream is no longer living) smiles (an expression of madness when you give up after all efforts) as she doesn’t understand the reason. Devoid of her dream she loses zeal (withered) and thus a dream dies.