Category: Musings
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Whims and Fancies
My Whims and Fancies are known only to the autumn leaves that fall on mud and get carried with air giving life to someone else’s Whims and Fancies!
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Divine creation
Softly crimson yellow rays come in Window panes shimmer A new day begins With hope and inspiration A divine artistic creation So is the velvet blue skyWith tufts of clouds The pine maple oakSpreading arms as leaves shine Twittering birds happily flit Fauna complement the view Bubbly waters flow Through mountains and valleys they glow…
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She ….
#Poattic4 She… She surrendered as a Hindustani girl with note of obedience He came to see her the connection was fake But she interpreted it with a nod ahead ! Caring was artificial she portrayed with a wounded heart that she cares too as nothing to do Choice of her always was abandon she cried…
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My Colour Box
As I opened my colour box Quiet mysterious air swept in Ah ! Each cake had its own voice The lighter ones dominated Unlike the world as its said And the darker ones Seemed as if were daughters Only to be kept in control As no mistakes could be overlooked And to remain within boundaries …
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Li(v)es on a train !
Oh! here comes a train , with its koo and chuk chuk. Running without a sprain, with it’s new and fresh look . Oh ! I almost got the coach,with a book and hands full . Walking fast down the platform ,with my spirits like a bull. I found only a fourth seat ,but my…
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Wailing Woods
Wailing woods We,lovely woods besides the lake, Watch wistfully at the flights they take, Sweet birds that chirped so far around. Now to far off foreign lands are bound. From green to red and orange bright, Our leaves have set the lake aflame, But this is a glory of a day or two, Leaves like…
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Goodnight, Twinkling Dreams!
If stars are like lamps of the sky then fireflies are the lanterns of the wood swirling, twirling, giggling and chuckling they brighten the darkest cores, **** magical tiny beings they are with a flickering torch beneath their wings they wait for the Gold to kiss the horizon so they can shimmer the night like…
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All is Well
I am ok, I am full, I loved this, I will be fine, We can manage, This can wait, It doesn’t pain, It’s just wonderful and All is well. . Haven’t we heard these Haven’t we used these. These phrases just spread A wave of cheer around us. These phrases just bring in A sense…
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The fake love
#NaPoWriMo at#ArtoonsInn#PoetryParlour#Day23#Celestial bodies THE FAKE LOVE In her solar system, he was the sun, She revolved around him in her twentyfour hours span. The beckoning from the distant stars, Failed to evoke ripples in her heart. . She always revolved round and round around him, Like the potter’s mud moves in his spinning machine. She…
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On The Whims Of A Shooting Star
If all our dreams Rested upon the whims Of a shooting star, Would we not be strutting about, Twirling our destinies And playing tunes That sound the sweetest To our untaught ears? And yet If all our dreams Rested upon the whims Of a shooting star, Would we ever know How sweet is the…
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A Squirrel and A Butterfly
A squirrel and a butterfly becomes friends Yet we, humans, are always at our wit’s ends. Be playful and enjoy every bit For life is short and we can’t just sit! Size doesn’t matter but hearts do Break the shackles and attempt to woo! Learn to celebrate Nature’s every colour You can’t then spend your…
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The untold story
Of the politico who died Television, newspapers, social media Pictures flashed everywhere As his body lies in state His biography chronicled with his greatness Lies of benevolence and generosity A band of faithful followers Crocodiles in tears Blare out his goodness and public spirit But the inside story yet Still remains untold. Somewhere an old…
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The understanding one…
And you’ll find me always With wide open arms Be it wrong or right Just come back For till we are Together Multitudes plume Giving feather to fume Enlightening path unknown Leading to splendid new horizons Purifying you like gold, heated in fire. Note : Inspired by Sonali Ray poem souls song. Often times a…
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#Lies
At the end of mirage street I set up shop one day Bits of broken promises And famished love Trinkets galore, my tiny shop soon created a furore The shop runs brisk There is never a dull moment nigh I sit quietly amidst my wares As the miserable world passes by Some lies I have…