Author: Maneet Gulati Ahuja
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Who Made The Rules
Recounts the fairy tale The plight of the pretty mermaid Enamoured, she was Off her feet, she was swayed In the flexures of her heart An aria, mellifluous, played The semblance of a man Like a relic, in her heart, stayed Love at first sight, twas Swamping her, like a cascade For a union…
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There’s something surreal about this morning
There’s something surreal about this morning Chirped the sparrow, The horns are not blaring No fumes, no soot is flaring Pristine, bisque, sunlight is tearing Making way through folioles, the trees are bearing A sight, so recherche, so uncomparing There’s something surreal about this morning Bellowed the cows The roads seem forsaken The sparse…
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Those Lily White Eyes
Through the tinted glass, Peeped those lily white eyes What solace, twas, A mere espy of those lily white eyes Purging my weariness Balmy, palliative, those lily white eyes As she scuttled out of the school bus With a gaze,lovelorn, hooked, I was, to those lily white eyes I knew, that she knew How…
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Twilight
Fervently, I await, for the sunbeams to ebb, Fervently, I await, for twilight to descend Depraved Is my pneuma, vile are my thoughts They say, for I revere what the night plots Say, what they may, for remiss they are That sewed with night tide, are fantasies of my star With dreams…