Author: Kirti V
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Venetian Blinds
We are oft blindedBy our faiths and beliefs,Power and money,Arrogance and vices,And the unwanted egos..Let’s open these blinds slowly,To let the beautiful raysOf life penetrate into us,And enjoy life to the fullest.Just like the Venetian Blinds..Pic courtesy : Schuyler Dugle on Unsplash Kirti V
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U-Cord
The bond between a mom and a child, Starts much before birth And is made stronger As days pass by. . I look at God’s creativity, In complete awe. Just wondering how he could Plan it the way it is. . The connection is made By a small cord, That carries all her Love and…
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Tete-a-tete
Anxiously I had waited, For this moment, all these days. This meeting meant a lot, As I saw this special person. . A wonderful place with a Picturesque backdrop, Of the setting sun and the crimson sky, Proved to be an ideal setting. . I discovered her beauty, The true inner beauty. And her sense…
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Sleeping Beauty
Have you ever looked at A sleeping child? Often we are chided from Looking at them. But one can’t take the Eyes of that charming moon. . They smile in sleep As though, they saw a beautiful flower, Or probably their favourite toy. They cry in sleep, As though a monster came in dreams, Or…
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Rantings of a Mobile Phone
“Ouch!! It hurts!!!” I wondered who said that! “Ouch!!! It hurts!!!” The cry echoed again, Oh! My phone was the cry baby. . My phone said, “You guys poke us, With your fingers and Scratch us with your sharp nails And the stylus too. . We get suffocated, And strangulated When you squeeze us Into…
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Quest of Happiness
I stepped out on a journey, To every nook and corner, In search of happiness. . I visited every desert and bay, To hear what it had to share, About contentment and happiness. . I passed by the weeds and the plants, And the animals, tiny and giant. They all seemed happy in the wilderness.…
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Pride
Success of a child Fills the parent with pride, No matter how small it is. . The victory of a student, Fills the teacher with pride, As aware she is, of his struggle . A tiny star, or a pat on the back, Fills the student with pride, As though he has received the Nobel.…
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Oasis
Across the vast desert, Raising a hope of life, Glistening under the bright And scorching sun, Lies the beautiful bubble, That shines like the Full moon in the dark night sky, The pearl – oasis. . It attracts every mortal, By the virtue of it’s water, It nurtures every living being, Plants, insects and human…
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Nomads
They are vibrant and tireless, They are magical story tellers, They are craftsmen par excellence, They are globetrotters. They have stories to tell, Of valiant kings, queens Mythology and culture. They are the storehouses Of knowledge, art, Adaptability and fearlessness. They are the nomads, Who mingle with the place they go And are a history…
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Monsoon Diaries
Waking up to the alarm of pitter-patter And the aroma of petrichor. I wondered if the monsoon had A calendar of some sort. . Oh! How could the rain know, When the school would reopen? As it starts on the day In June, when the schools opened. . Forget the day and date, The rains…
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Kidnapped!!!
I wish to get kidnapped, Into those lovely eyes, That are full of magic. . I wish to get kidnapped, Into those tender hands, That are soft like cotton. . I wish to get kidnapped, Into those cherubic faces, That are bright like sunshine. . I wish to get kidnapped, Into those gibberish talks, That…
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Jailed Within
Let us out! Let us free! I looked around, To hunt down the cries. . The cries grew louder, And it came from within us. Oh! I realized that, They were our silly minds. . We are trapped, cried they, Within you great mortals. Suffocated are we, With your thoughts and deeds. . Forced are…
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Intricacies of Life
The pristine, white monument, Stood tall and graceful. I looked up at it in awe, And was amazed with every step. . As I went closer, The intricate carvings, On the mighty walls Stole my sight and thoughts. . The intricacies did, indeed, Enhance the beauty, Of otherwise just a piece of stone, To a…