Category: Musings
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Things Left Behind…
Last evening, As I was rummaging through A heap of frozen moments, I found a slice of time Wrapped in silk, With pink ribbons and glittering stars. It sat perched on the edge of my memories. I paused And drew it close to my heart. It was light And soon I knew why. It had…
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My soul talks to Me
‘Body and Soul’ My soul talks to me, It each day tells me. After the long day, When everything has paused And moved away. Today was another day that we lived, And I am proud You did. I saw you holding that tear, When the people whom you call friends twitched your heart. I saw…
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A Poet's Journal
Emily Bronte’s Journal “You have to approach writing like sex: It’s supposed to be enjoyable, not stressful. If you’re trying too hard, everything will turn out awful and your partner ( the reader) won’t be satisfied.” Mark Zacchio How daily prompts annoy! Poetry, should appear magically: Like twilight’s fragmented memory, Or, catnaps in October sun’s…
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The Woody Affair!
Come home to the woods, The abode of sky-scraping greens, The place where every heart heals, The land of mystical dreams. ——- Come home to the woods, Where the misty breeze cleanse tired souls, The swampy soil kiss the sleepy feet, And the woodpeckers drum rhythmic melodies. —— Come home to the woods, Where the…
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Shimmering Night
Shimmering Night Silvery moon Smirking graciously high above creates evocation Transmutes sea, gleam like thawed diamonds Entwining the sweet lovers —- Lovers sweet The entwining diamonds Thawed Like gleam sea transmutes Evocation creates above high Graciously smirking, moon silvery Pooja Mandla #Poetivity #palindromepoetry #poetryparlour
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Rage.
The Anger in me is so Dangerous when it explodes, I turn into ashes from within while the outside sets afire. I don’t know how to gather the pieces I cry through this pain. But the flames are so inflamed That my tears are unseen. It’s hurts It heals With time. But that Memory becomes…
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You Haunt My Dreams
You haunt my dreams like wild flowers in places never meant to be. I wish I could sweep away the pain that comes with each memory. Come, let us talk – you and me – about things we could do. .
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Just a weed
She is a weed Rich farmers say so She is not a seed they sow Why let her grow It is time to mow This weed must not grow Oh let me be she pleads You are just a weed You must not grow Time for us to mow – Pradnya Surve
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In the Shadows of Riches
In our confinements Happy We live unaware, the walls tall Impervious All night the sky rained, The cadence of pattering Camouflaged the voices wailing Wall of wattle-daub fell And thatched roof trickled Bled for the whole night Have-nots Lay collapsed beside. In the bliss of rain, drenched, The sight remained veiled Of opulence’s haze, Oblivious…
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Vagrant Mind
My mind wanders From place to place, Along with the caravan of thoughts, Like a gypsy woman Tending her sheep, Climbing the mountains, Cooking food in earthenware, Building a fire out of twigs Singing a wild song of longing Or of romance It stays not at one place Restless, agitated moves on, Sometimes seen splashing…
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Tethers
The beads and chains, Of custom and tradition, The inking of my face, The branding, in your name; Will not ground me! Rebellious my eyes Resolute my lips, My longing to escape. Surrounds me! My freedom, beyond fretters, I shall find. And I shall flee. Confined I am not. Tethered I may be! The earth…
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That October Noon…
it was an October noon the sun was glowing bright tranquil breeze whizzed frizzy dry leaves that had tumbled down, rustled, perhaps whispering about me; the cloudless sky shined not a touch of a creamy dollop, the old rustic waiting room unoccupied, I sat under its thatched roof the cobbled path ahead stared back,…
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Waiting …
Her bones turned into ashes, And dipped into sacred Ganges, Yet, her soul is hung around, For her ashes to turn into fire and to burn the juvenile delinquents. Wating for the judgment where the crime was a treat to the sinners and she being the offender. Waiting for the end of the demonish acts,…