Category: Musings
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Need I be a Woman?
Need I be a Woman to live life Must I shun my dreams and call it sacrifice? The conversations with them and you Will they ever turn real Till when should I try to fit-in and hide my mixed-up ordeal? In thoughts, in actions, I still befit the girly shoes Often times also a grown…
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Shree to Shakti
The village dirt roads or the concrete streets, The bullock carts or shuttle trains. In sunny nights or gloomy rains. She walks in rags or with a Gucci Bag. With parched feet or in high heels. Pierced with eyes or vexing words. Measuring road with her nimble feet, She musters herself to on roads discrete, He smirks in triumph, before the fight,…
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Mentors in my life
Mother’s womb So warm and secure My breathing began here Father held my little finger Mentored me all the way A divine figure My Grandfather My idol of worship Nurtured values Of Nobility and humility That strengthen my spine It all happened During a meaningful story time Friendship and compassion Playtime laid the foundation Thanks…
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Camera Moments
Camera Moments Our imperfect, ambiguous existence, Where precious moments pass without much resistance. The ticking bomb called time turns the young to old, And the reminiscing souls laments that there is so much to be told. Hence camera becomes for us that visual storyteller, The time machine swapping present with the bygone era. A perfect…
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ForgotToons
Crooning the Yabbadabba doo Along with the Flintstones The rocky roads of Stone Age Were so wonderful. . The future world, we did witness By sailing with the Jetsons, With an antenna and aerocars, They took us for a skyride. . Confidence and grit, Comes with hard work and spinach, Thus taught the man with…
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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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Defloration
As a cloud of sweat I sprawled above, writing poems inside her with all my love. Looking down I saw her face as a full moon, and her lips resembled a crescent moon. Even in pain, with a smile of content she gasped, often with all her love my right thigh was clasped. Night flowed;…
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Wind with chords, hopes and threads
Some day around I sit watching the wind, Though invisible, I can feel it’s arrival with the knocking window panes, vigorously brooming my portico, flipping the curtains, curling the bedsheets, And meshing my groomed hair. The abstract knock shaking the tangibles and playing its music enthrals me, Uncertain knocks sprint your adrenaline rush realising all…
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Remembering 26/11
A dozen years have passed since the deadly terror attack How far have we come? How far have we mended? Etched as a nightmare in many hearts and minds While the majority have forgotten, commemorating just like that! Sadly to say, we’re still unprepared for another one ‘Cause we don’t choose leaders, we choose to…
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No Mathematical Love for Me
Alchemy and mathematical formulae Can’t win me I’m flustered by signs foreign My heart stops, and fear Cloaks me, if you wish to Win me, then explain not Your love with symbols Representing ‘Eureka’ Algebra or Chemistry Instead utter six simple words: At last I have found thee ! **** Imagine,the plight of My poor…
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Rewind
Is it fair to rewind your thoughts When you have won over your turmoils Is it equitable to flaunt your memories when it reminds you of tussels and victories ? As life moves forward do not dare to ride again backward Encourage the graph of growth Learn with the curve of fall Re read your…
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Untold Agony!
Some nights the naked heart ceases to listen beats without a pause making inaudible sounds reverberating voiceless thuds reciting the same rusty tune. * some nights the grey heart whisks stirs the dormant wounds peels the parched scars makes sure the healed crevices spurt fresh blood widens every sealed rift rekindles the subdued agony. *…
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Scar on Soul
An angel filled the home with coos and cries. Soon she blossomed like a butterfly, Fluttering her wings made of hues of the sky! Like fearless Doe, She capered around, Was groped and torn By a household hound. It gave a deep scar on her soul, She tried to scratch, she tried to shove, The…