Author: Vandana Bhasin
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The Crimson Ball
SunMy museAgain brings hope. DissipatesNight’s obscurity,Vivid huesInstill faithIn a promising new day,Sun again brings hope P.S. First stanza is a Hay(na)ku which is a 3-line poem with one word in the first line, two words in the second, and three in the third. There are no restrictions beyond this. Second stanza is a Shadorma. A…
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Floating in the desert
In between the azure and the green I float to find my place What really is my space? . A space that I can call my own A space where who I am, I can be Should I look for my roots or should I find my wings? . Sometimes, my feet touch the ground…
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One grain of sand
“One grain of sand, one task at a time” My father often reminded me, Directing at his hourglass . “Dad it’s a massive, complex project, How would it ever see daylight?” With innocence aglow, I would quetch with teary eyes . “Don’t worry honey, let’s start with baby steps,” he would suggest “Give it…
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Please forgive me
“Thank you,” I wanted to say When you stopped by to check on me To ensure that my mind hadn’t taken over my body, To confirm that my emotions weren’t controlling me . “Thank you” I wanted to say When you heard my silence And just pressed my hands To assure you were there, if…
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The Little girl with long tresses
Can you see that house in grey? Yes the second one in the alley, The one lodging the big banyan tree That’s her house, housing her reveries . The house of the little girl of four No, not four years but she’s tall feet four You wonder why I refer her like that? Yes I…