To R. B.

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I looked around once when I was alone
And found you, wearing black and a soft smile
And we were caught in different time zones
And destiny let us meet for a while.

As time passed, Rahul, I grew to know you,
And in your number of friends I was one
And I remember how we got close too
Because of dancing and that party fun.

But apart from all this, I wish to say,
Despite all the boasts of men and strife,
Our friendship seems to have come to stay,
‘Specially in the online and night life.

So here’s to a sweet, funny friend like you
Who was and will be in times, old or new.

Arwen to Elrond.

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I have loved the sadness of his quiet face,
I have understood the despair in his eyes,
I have known his aura, his hope, his grace,
And the age-old guilt which in his soul lies.

I have soothed his brow and felt the blades,
I have tried to ease constant pain by touch;
He’s love to me, and now when all life fades,
Death, when compared to this love, is not much.

I have chosen enveloping darkness,
I have spurned the last of the passing ships,
I have shunned every sign of weakness,
For the memory of his eyes, his lips.

If Aman promised me my share of bliss,
I care not, for, in his heart, I have this.

An Unheard-of Balance.

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An Unheard of Balance.

The scales have never tipped in my favour,
And people holding them cheat,
My life knows it loses endeavour
Where balance and tears fail to meet.

Prejudice is something I detest,
Having felt it numerous times,
But loss of balance I cannot best,
To me, it is poetry without rhymes.

Time proven, I have been hurt by this,
And I am wary of it from the start,
Though chances I never fail to miss,
Despite grievances to the heart.

Never let it be said, that I
Neglected to hold a hand holding scales,
Though it may fling dust in my eye
I just add the wound in my tales.

Each time I have held the hand,
It has cast me down,
So please do not misunderstand,
If in my heart its kind has won renown.

You there, holding the scales,
Do not frown at me so,
My foolish heart to trust never fails,
Ah, a smile … you already know.