Category: Musings
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The Rescue!
The floors quivered, and the walls cracked Right beneath, a whole family had collapsed . The turbulence continued, taking away the crowd Few resonated cries, others were heard loud . Moments later, there was complete standstill Survivors ran, fetching others from the debris . Kids of all ages tried hard to crawl out As leftover…
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The "I" in Invincible Me!
I’m not an eroded grain but the rugged mountain strong and intricate I hide the world’s echoes within me, you scaled me and reached the zenith as I lost my fragmented rocks grit by grit, everyday! **** I’m not a drop but the swelling crystal ocean unstoppable, indestructible calm also stormy concealing the discarded…
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Family, My world starts here
Family Two people come together To see a dream A dream as beautiful As the deep blue sea As vast as sky As wide as the Galaxy Family Where story starts from Being me To we To us Family Together through the tides of time Always holding each other With a chord so fine Where…
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Nutshell
Stealth heart, rambling and bumbling the life within life, Constricting four walls, inward thoughts And the foray of self-introspection, Are these the rewards of quarantine hues? Like a broken wings of Phoenix, caged and saged, Devoid of the sublunary world, Room bereft of stark and colour, waiting for the gardens of russet, And rays of…
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Slumber
It draws me closer to you Slumber It takes me away from you and gives me moments of solace with myself . I rise and look around searching for you Your fragrance leaves me spellbound With you beside I feel caressed and secure An aura of comfort sets in and moments of taking you for…
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The silence story of a mom..
one became two and life has made my silent moments few .. I no more know the silence code, For now I have all my senses in an “all day working mode “! -eyes to see all the cute plays and to not see all their Wrestling ways, -ears to hear sweet voices also not…
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Where are the little ones
Where are the little ones Far far away My home so spick and span Where little feet once ran Walls long for work of art No shrieks and points of dart No grimy soiled hands to clean Footprints of play not seen My pots and pan sit still No assembly on the window sill Silence…
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Poet's expression…
Poetry is connectivity Poetry is imagery Poetry is wonderbee Poetry is super Lee Poetry is me Poetry is thee Poetry is Truality. Inspired by Mumtaz k poem on poetry. Photo courtesy Kelly Sikkema on unsplash.
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WAIT OUR TURNS
Manisha, you will not go unmourned We will burn candles, sign petitions March, update our Facebook status Even write a poem or two. And then we will move on To wait our turn The turns of our mothers Sisters, wives, daughters And perhaps even ourselves.
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My Diary, My Friend.
When the stars twinkle, The moon too looks at me. I silently sit with my diary, As the dim light shines, The page becomes bright. I hold my pen and begin to write. There is so much within me, And my words make it so much easy. Everything looks clear, As I look back in…
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The delectable Seduction
A blameworthy turmoil of emotions A joyride of the amorous pleasurable flashes A delectable embroil of passionate hisses A contentment fondled like never before The effervescence of two amorphous bodies The warmth sliced into each split of anticipation Delving inside the raw skin The limpid juices of trust ensued. All in the name of lust…
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Diamond Dust
As the moon slides past midnight, The star studded sky Sprinkles its diamond dust On slumbering boroughs, Unbeknownst to sylvan dells, thickets And murmuring streams. *** Then in dreams Regal Fate Casts her stellar spell, Stepping down To kiss li’l ones, A Wiccan wand, she waves The broken-hearted, to bewitch, And mend teary smiles. ***…
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Soul Song
somewhere in the horizon where the sky meets the sea you’ll find me — that moment of the day when the sun sleeps and the moon wakes you’ll find me — on the rugged, barren cliffs when downpour surges a bubbly frothy stream you’ll find me — when in nightfall, millions of stardust lights the…