Author: Sarita Khullar
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Humans
#AZatPP #Day8 #LetterH How can footsteps scare you, Are you afraid of humans? We phantoms are just air, Can pass through you in a jiffy, And witches are lucky as They have brooms to ride, So no footsteps! And ghosts are imaginary, Still if you believe, Can be good or bad Depends on what you…
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The Girl That Was
# AZatPP #Day7 #Letter G Gazelle eyed she watched the world, Wondering at every leaf, flower and bud, Sunrise mesmerised her with golden hue, She loved each sunset’s enchanting view. * Drenched in drizzle from the cloud that looms,…
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Forever Yours
#AZatPP Day6 letter F Flourishing in the essence of love, Aren’t we still beautiful ? Like the day we met first , Holding our hands together, Drowned in a world ecstatic, Of colourful surreal dreams . Hardships melted in our lives, I had your tears in my eyes, Time passed like a fairy tale, Golden…
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Erase
Erase , O Time ! Lines of worry from my lustreless face. I again want to live those carefree days, Floating on the clouds to touch the sun, Diving in the sea to find real gems, A make believe world of fantasy, Woven in myriad colours in life’s tapestry. Turn to the streets of childhood…
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Do You Still Love Me ?
Do you still love me, Though long eons have gone by Will you be able to discern that naive girl Dotting on you constantly?
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Beauty: A Limerick
#AZatPP Day2 letter B Beauty you will be ,use our cream, Reflection in mirror made me scream Patchy skin made me cry I did shout,I did sigh Will not use it even in a dream. ******************************
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Abandoned House
An abandoned house on my way to work, Everyday I spy its magnificent architecture. With boundary walls blackened by algae, Ravaged by the vagaries of sun and rain, Though still magnificent in every aspect. I think of the people who lived here, Children playing in the arched varandah, This lawn with old mango trees must…
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December in India
My beautiful December, Like the colourful twilight, Of a bright pleasant day, Yet much more lovely, Than the the day itself, Who knew that the end, Could be so mesmerising, With smiling green fields, And flowers of all hues, Taking away the winter blues, Long boughs laden with oranges ,lemons, guavas ,pomegranates, Sometimes basking in…
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Winter Bliss
White winter adorns the snowscape, Turning verdant lea into silver grace, Peeping down from glass window, She admires a few remaining tufts of leaves, Quivering under the weight Of falling snowflakes, Her deft fingers knit a sweater, Soft wool curls and takes shape, While the kittens play with the ball, Under her chair in the warm…
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Paper Boats
Tender and soft, my emotions eke out, From secret recesses of my mind, Pure, unhinged now ready to float, Myriad directions of my being they find, Like bright paper boats laden with love, Alas! there are boulders on the way, Of caste, creed ,colour and callousness, Under skies made dull by a hazy day, My…
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After Visiting Children
Back Home, But am I happy? Strange creature I am, Torn between many worlds, Worlds around me, Worlds inside me, I seek and crave for my children, Divided between each one of them, Crying still, For friends , Who have known me for years, Or who met me yesterday, or even Those who don’t even…
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Nostalgia
When I am unable to sleep at night, And day takes ages to dawn, My heart takes me to the lanes, Where I spent my days bygone, Long , unkempt hair or a ponytail, A lovely frock getting small and small, Hopping or jumping or playing ball, Running around till about to fall. Arguing over…