The Midas Touch

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Today's Prompt : The Poem should contain          Complete Name of the Poet's Favourite Book

If only I could turn

My life upside down

And yell, "Eureka"

Like Archimedes had done

"Why upside down?"

You may ask 

I'll reply to that

Just give me a while

A simple wish 

With logic of its own

If you care to mull over

You'll understand soon

When you empty your bin 

Or bag or case

Don't you place it upside down

To cleanse off all trace

Of the clutter inside

So do I want to declutter

My life so that I can

Dispose off the slushpile

And start afresh ... dream anew

Even if that never ever comes true

But alas! I am yet to find that one

Sorcerer's Stone

Which can do the trick

Turn the clock back soon

Let life play a jig on its axis 

But if you come upon

The angel who has it

Just whisper my name

To her and in a flash

See the magic wand

Swing in action

Moonwalking may you

Find me "beyond 

                the horizon 

                  beyond"

 Like Michael Jackson

Wanderlust

This week's prompt : 🏙️ City of Dreams 

I had thought at first

I wouldn't opt 

For this prompt 

But then on second thought

"What the heck let's move on..."

I don't have a favourite stop, as ye know

Coz am a reclusive vagabond 

From the days of yore

But my ever increasing lust 

Lingers longer than I want

As I eyed the labyrinthine

Gullies washed in sparkling blue

Again the wandering fever

Took over me

Just as I was going to get lost in the maze

The PC caught hold of me

And screamed, "How dare you haste"

Since then I am ogling over my dream

Of vanishing into the blue

But the screen won't slide apart

And engulf me unto

🤦🤦😋😋😜😜

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I Am Who

The countdown has begun

By the end of this year

I hope to be a free bird

With wings flapping

Drawing an arch across

The vastness of the sky

However I am yet to learn

How to be light enough

To take off to the clouds

How to trash the pent up

Dark mass of unwanted 

Thoughts heavy on the 

Shoulders which slouch

My stance and sleep within

Me when I am awake and

Wakes up to torment when

I wish "good night" to night

The learnings are ancient

The unlearning sure is not easy

Forgetting the past baffles me

Forgiveness .....I am sorry!! What?

I am yet to empty the bin

And stop filling it up again

Time in hand is too short

To sort out the clutter

To weave a new song to coo

I have to begin from the very

Beginning of knowing

And unknowing I am who?

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