Category: Musings
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Father
We counted the stars, Before we slept, Out in the open, In the cool fresh air. Me and my siblings, Then fought over it, And asked Papa about it, He always favoured me. Then told us about, the sun and the moon, And planets and satellites, Circling round them. We had a thousand questions, He…
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ITS A NEW DAY
IT’S A NEW DAY. It’s a new day , A new beginning? No. Not at all. Because some things never change, They always remain the same. It’s a new day And I promise myself To smile often and be happier. But I deep down know this won’t last longer. At home, I’m said to be…
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Silence is my friend
For my parents I was most precious Bubbly child because I was loquacious An inquisitive mind Ideas would wind I enjoyed attention Though sometimes got detention In all the brightness Though was a dark spot But still was a leader Being a Chatter Ahead in my journey I was covered by a cloak In a…
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Come lets see it again….
Often times promises Don’t materialize Seems to be the lies Often stuck in fear of being prosaic. ***** The azure sky is wailing aloud The crimson sun on its way to ground The stillness of breeze over river water sound It’s time to move on, time to dust off the old wound. **** Just living…
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Singapore Lanes
In the lanes of Singapore, I wander Seeing the enticing views of houses Intricately designed, yet so simplistic in view How well coordinated the whole street is The residents may be having a cosy time in there Its shivering cold here, outside, with no fire around . At the end the street, I see lighting…
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Lost, Damp Letters
I struggle to write, what do I inscribe so much to express but I lost the alphabets my letters are scattered everywhere, just like the tears– on the bed, the closet, the candelabrum the flowers, the teapot, the doormat washed in the kitchen dangling in the balcony, Everywhere. salty scents cloud the house languid soul…
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Singed Letters
Your letters, yellowed with time Are Now a brittle trellis carved By silverfish; Singed hearts they paint, Aflame with ochred love, They are. Can they capture gaps filling eons? Or test the hardy vine-like Chords that bind hearts, cleft in twain? **** Since time blurs gaze Words of love pale Like slow dying embers That…
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Cacti Women
Grow ye women,keep growing, And as you do, you will encounter faces not one but many, A mountain of memories will mold you all along, The sweetest of them will bring you joy, The saddest ones will bring tears of pain, But the hardest ones may scar your heart with wrenching agony. But fear not!…
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Lacklustre hues
My heart yearns for sunny skies, amber joy ‘n golden glee To scoop fistfuls of tangerine laughter ‘n lower it all over me The longing but gets drowned in a indigo sea of woe ‘n misery Why does the crimson craving ‘n purple plum passion seem so far away? Why do the roseate memories crumble…
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Left With Nothing
The winds of change Blew it all away The wilted leaves turned from green to grey The sirens I heard from by the sea shores A silence too quiet Shattering my heart and soul The memories I seek, slowly slithering away like sand. The laughter, the tears I just can’t understand Was it just a…
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Hush, Salty Heart!
So forgetful of me? yesterday night I left the door ajar the windows wide open– slightest fear, what if I fail to hear the doorbell what if the cyclone makes other notes inaudible the rains played a spoilsport yesterday night, they had a gala time fondling cuddling the bare papers, the blank pages kept on…
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Paper Planes
My heart like a paper plane, soars, guided by a strange force Sketching, seeking it’s fortune Charting its own coveted course Hope intertwine its creases Dreams align, lacing its folds swooping, stretching ‘n straining It yearns to cut across the threshold It but pummels, plunges to rock-bottom It’s vagaries but, never come to a naught It lies there…
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Silent Night
I wake up and your thoughts engulf me like a warm shawl on a wintery morning As I sip the morning brew, moments we’ve spent together flash as fresh as the tea I enjoy savouring the memories of phone talks smoke-meetings text messages and those passing-by secret smiles . Any attempts to cease the coming…