Author: Great.S.Upase
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Flying high, A Superwoman
#PoAttic-7 To wake up at the crack of dawn, Not to the snoozing alarms But to the concerns, love and care for her loved ones, Is definitely not a Superwoman. . Bundling her joy to celebrate her dear ones success, Ignoring her inner voice to listen to the untold stories of her children And armouring…
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Say it ….
Say it, The barriers that block your mind, To blossom the pinned soul, . Say it The darkness that peeps into your sunshine, To enlighten your life. . Say it, Words that bother you, To erase the glitch of your heart. And paint it white. . Say it I love you To embosom the life…
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Wind with chords, hopes and threads
Some day around I sit watching the wind, Though invisible, I can feel it’s arrival with the knocking window panes, vigorously brooming my portico, flipping the curtains, curling the bedsheets, And meshing my groomed hair. The abstract knock shaking the tangibles and playing its music enthrals me, Uncertain knocks sprint your adrenaline rush realising all…
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Its only when we are together..
It’s only when we are together that the melancholy of life respites, the streams of joy flowing, the periphery of life illuminating, It’s a renewal of spring, Crocus, Daffodil, Tulips blossom and Kukoo assisting with its melodies. Its only when we are together. I can see beauty perforating through nature’s tips and curves, A sign…
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Coated Lies
In alliance with my mind, I promised not to lie, But my impish and kind heart, Interferes every time the poor gets the shriek, On my way home I see forbid malls, And my muse about the life, And say, best times are ahead, A little lie, topped with a sigh, Far I go, an…
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Nutshell
Stealth heart, rambling and bumbling the life within life, Constricting four walls, inward thoughts And the foray of self-introspection, Are these the rewards of quarantine hues? Like a broken wings of Phoenix, caged and saged, Devoid of the sublunary world, Room bereft of stark and colour, waiting for the gardens of russet, And rays of…
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Waiting …
Her bones turned into ashes, And dipped into sacred Ganges, Yet, her soul is hung around, For her ashes to turn into fire and to burn the juvenile delinquents. Wating for the judgment where the crime was a treat to the sinners and she being the offender. Waiting for the end of the demonish acts,…
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Dripping of Dreams
An ode to a dream that change its shape and size by the day and time. I dreamt of a snowball rolling down my cheeks turning me into a snowgirl, when I was 5 years old, I dreamt of chocolate house, ice cream shower and a lollipop car and a never-ending…
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Play me wise, I am a mere word ..
Alphabets and placements, Is all you do, Emotions and sentiments are all I play, I am a word, yes, you hear me right, A mere word, detached from all the sentiments, Yet ,you make me whited sepulchre. Your play of words and the recipients, Are the decoder of my language. I am the Kindred word…
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Give me a piece of sky
Give me a piece of sky , I shall be the sun, Give me the space at large, I shall be the air accumulating, Give me the fire sanctified I shall light the world of darkness, Give me the water in abundance, I shall cascade the drought and famine regions, Give me a spread of…
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My Attire Speaks To Me ..
The moment I unlock my cupboard, all the attires so pretty and colourful steal my heart, Remind me of my hangout with each one of them. Scattered and unshelved attires look grim and boring, in a hurry to spill out. Each had its unique appearance and a story to carry along, And a rush to…
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I belong to …
I belong to the earth, But my identity is not a brute creature, nor a differential bird , I belong to the sky But I am not a space, cloud or rain I belong to fire But I am not a blaze, ash or smoke, I belong to water But I am not a flow,…
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Toothy tussle
A beautiful smile, symmetrically aligned teeth, pure white with a shiny bright , I pledge my teeth to the inheritance of my parents so tight and all right, All praise was mine for the chiselled jaws with a marvelous smile, I proceed protected against gifted teeth with no clue of its deterioration if not caressed,…
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Winsome Dusk
Winsome dusk, With the bouquet of desires, Standstill with its tangerine red, As if to gladden my heart and vanish my worries, I glance at the view and fondle myself for the wonderful offer of the sky. I flatter with pride and bow a little To…