My
lively little lovely Cheshire cat!
Always
ready with a goofy grin
and
for a crispy mind to win,
The
oasis of desert revitalizes
for the new bounty of life.
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| Yeah, I am mad for my Cheshire Cat |
Wandering
in the wonderland is your Alice.
Waiting
and weeping for your words of solace.
Reared
in the spring of Rajasthan’s summer,
I
have learnt the art of being pleasant.
Slept
in the thorns of the very desert’s autumn,
I
have learnt the craft of being present.
You
left a cataclysmic vacuum forever.
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| Alice, my lady love |
How
to resolve?
How
to regain?
How
to reoccupy?
How
to rejuvenate?
You
swiped right into the unoccupied vacuum forever…
Yesterday
I was rich in the happy hour of conferences
And
today I am poor in the needless words per hour of classes.
Do
I miss the filial grin of an invisible presence?
Do
I miss the philosophical/fickle comments of a visible absence?
But
those sanctified/sacrificial dreams…
yearn
to unravel their petals
Somewhere
near, somewhere far…
Let
the twain make Alice and Cheshire cat close by,
Here,
there and everywhere…
Engrossed
in the copious cups of tea
and
the countless pages of Sudha Murthy,
There
sprouted a seed of query.
Is
Carroll’s Cheshire cat real?
Is
Carroll’s Alice real?
Is
Carroll’s Alice mine?
Is
Carroll’s Cheshire cat mine?
Catch
them if you can!!!
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| Catch me if you can! |
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