Author: Sarita Khullar
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Ode to an unknown rebel
Sorry man, I found you too late, Only when they brought your corpse out, That you were a prisoner all the time, In the attic that was locked from outside! I had had a weird sensation, Of someone singing melancholy dirges, A mellifluous voice that could melt mountains, And bring from that frothing ravines, My…
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Muscular Dystrophy———Agony of a Distraught Mother
Here I stand at the twilight And watch the setting sun, Crimson light at the horizon Takes me to the loving home, Where we started our life anew. You and me full of love , Soon after our marriage, Our house echoed with the delightful laughter , Of our angels brightening every corner, How happy…
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NYCTOPHILE
Slowly the jarring voices die down, Colours of the twilight fade away, There comes a soothing serene calm, Calming my senses, taking away pain. Music of nocturnal beings I hear, Chirping of crickets or owls hoot, Sometimes a group of foxes are heard, Complaining to lovely careless moon. When tiring hectic day is over, My…
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Hushed Cries
O,Lord! Can’t you hear my stifled cries, When to the hungry vultures I am sold , A piece of flesh to peck and molest, In exchange for favours or little gold. To whom do I send my cries of protest? Can’t you hear sharp shrieks of pain, When I am skinned alive for no fault,…
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Bitter Sweet Memories
I closed all my doors tightly, No windows were kept open, Even the little creaks I covered, With apathy and sheer indifference, To stifle my cries and painful shouts, To keep the pleasant memories out, I drowned myself in worldly affairs, Surrounded by a thousand friends, Flowers, sweets ,gifts they brought, To make me smile…
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Undelivered Letters
Treasure lies in the silken box of heart, Filled to seams ,of gems and jewels, Of my unuttered words and unsung songs, Each precious tear I shed for you,gets Etched in these undelivered letters . It will open like Pandora’s box, The world will be strewn with petals soft, Of colours mesmerising, hues of love …
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Images
You stare back at me, In thousand forms, Smiling, Laughing, Sometimes annoyed, Sometimes exasperated, But to me, Lovable in every way, Like myriad images from a broken mirror, Like a thousand moons reflected through puddles, Like sun rays reflecting from each shining wave , like numerous stars shining in the Milky Way. You shine through…
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The Survivor
Half awake, half in dream, I call out to you, Standing under the plum trees in full bloom, Your glow is brighter than the blossoms, In a tight hug floating on a boat, In the river Han,for we have no time to row, So engrossed are we in our sweet nothings, But who are…
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Visiting Home
Those Blissful long summer vacations , Like oasis after miles long stretch of sand , Which I spent in my parental house , With my little toddler in my hand . Getting up at seven I would gap, Oh , why didn’t you wake…
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Spring Thaw: A Wait
A chill enters my weary bones, I shudder to think of days ahead, Of falling snow and hissing winds, Blizzards and squalls my life will face, Your dry cold looks give pain that blinds. My…