Author: Kirti V
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All is Well
I am ok, I am full, I loved this, I will be fine, We can manage, This can wait, It doesn’t pain, It’s just wonderful and All is well. . Haven’t we heard these Haven’t we used these. These phrases just spread A wave of cheer around us. These phrases just bring in A sense…
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Sands of Time
Let’s trace the beginning, Of all the living things. Insects, animals and plants Were the first on this planet. Slowly came into existence, The Neanderthals and Cro Magnons As the first humans. Then came the stone and metal ages, And opened new passages, The dire needs of the early humans, Led to multiple inventions. Don’t…
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An Ode
The voice that drove us Through a journey Of myriad emotions. . The voice that became A companion Through the life’s bumpy ride. . The voice that made us Live every moment, and Love every relation. . The voice that is Irreplaceable, melodious Soulful and divine. . The voice that probably Made God so jealous…
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The Musings of a Rickety Bench
After living through the centuries, I just reminisced the days traveled, The incidents that I witnessed All from this park. . I saw infants gazing around From the secure arms of their parents I saw kids enjoying life to fullest, Jumping around like a beautiful tempest. . The teenagers had their share of fun Enjoying…
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Petrichor
The station was bustling as usual The train was crowded than usual. I boarded the bogie quickly And rushed to my seat hastily. Slowly chugged the train To go past the terrain. . The pretty girl sat by the window, And smiled as the breeze cajoled her She burst into a non stop chatter, As…
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The Crumpled Note
I Love Her, I Love Her,Read the crumpled note,And struck a bolt to mindOf the mom, that echoedA panoply of thoughts. . Who, What and Why?She asked to herself.And it seemed a rehearsal,A final one,Before the actual bout. . Calm, and composedLooked the curly haired,As the mother came near her.The glare of her furious eyesFailed…
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Nostalgia
Those long corridors, Those benches and desks, The tree through which Whistles through, the breeze Happen to know the stories That were woven in these storeys. Those rickety chairs, That canteen’s flavourful air, Those classroom walls, That heard that love is in the air. Those were the days, We tried to go our ways, Teachers…
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My Hero, My Pride
My joy knew no bounds, The day I got to hold you. You got along so well, As though, you knew me very well. . I enjoyed feeding you and Staining my hands in the melee. I guarded you up tight From eyes that laid on you, their sight. . You coloured and styled my…
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Expectations
Expect the unexpected Well that’s a cliche. I beg to differ here, Just don’t expect I say. Don’t expect anything from anyone Be it your family or friend. Set expectations for yourself And strive hard to fulfil them. Expectations set for others May end up being just spoilers. So, isn’t it better to be free…
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Unheard Voices
The kicks in the womb, Eager to jump out To the mother’s bosom. The urge of an infant, Whose lovely eyes Yearn the father’s arms. The pain of the student, Whose tiring fingers Just ask to slow down. The call of the teen, Whose confused mind Seeks a shoulder to lean. The fatigue of the…
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Teachers… Teachers….
Teachers… Teachers…. Man was guided from time unknown, By a teacher, through his ups and downs. The Gods, the demons, and the mighty kings, Had a teacher, sing the nomads. . The Gods had Brihaspathi, And the demons, Sukhracharya. Alexander had Aristotle And Asoka, Chanakya. . It just struck me, They all had just one…
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Can Rocks Melt??
Chirping as usual, In their own little world, These two legged birdies Never had a moment that was dull. A nest so beautiful, Was secure admist the mighty rocks, On the foothills Of the snowclad Himalayas. There lay in the cozy nest Four tiny, white eggs, Just eager to crack open, To the widening horizon.…
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I Wish I Were
I wish I were a cloud That glides through the sky In a spic and span white And plays peek a boo With the sun and the moon I wish I were the rain That the petrichor carries To quench the thirst of The mud , the trees And the lively creatures. I wish I…