Category: Musings
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I Wish A Writer Loved Me
There are days when the words Curl up tiredly and slip into a corner. Those are the days when my thoughts Gasp for breath and never die . Instead they throb within, Swirling in the emotions That grip their very roots and stifle them. The night stares blankly at me Waiting for me to sleep…
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Sands of time
#Poattic #PoetryParlour #ArtoonsInn# Sands of time SANDS OF TIME The goddess of harvest, Demeter, Wailed in profound grief, Remembering her beautiful daughter, Persephone. Her anger reached its crescendo, As the sun depicted, how the perpetrator Hades, Slyly abducted her, to his underworld home. She cursed the moment, the time, When the despised god, Hades, Had…
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An Ode
The voice that drove us Through a journey Of myriad emotions. . The voice that became A companion Through the life’s bumpy ride. . The voice that made us Live every moment, and Love every relation. . The voice that is Irreplaceable, melodious Soulful and divine. . The voice that probably Made God so jealous…
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Wounded Butterfly
far away from the madding crowd amidst the scarlet blooms, she lay cocooned in her shell her beauty still evident on her scarred membrane, beneath the superficial layers she has suppressed the fireball the throbbing berry, cracked yet pulsing making umpteenth attempts to protect it from being plundered stabbed and ravaged, —- it was almost…
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Why I love the Rains ?
I miss those Rainy Days When we walked together Under the grey clouds As the raindrops, Thunderstorms, And the wind made music. Our souls danced In love under the umbrella in bliss. Those days to now Life is got busy. And the music Has changed. Our souls now don’t dance But sit together and enjoy…
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Dripping of Dreams
An ode to a dream that change its shape and size by the day and time. I dreamt of a snowball rolling down my cheeks turning me into a snowgirl, when I was 5 years old, I dreamt of chocolate house, ice cream shower and a lollipop car and a never-ending…
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Que sera sera
The devil plays his nefarious prank Addiction of evanescent delight is such a horrific trap The vicious circle becomes a hard nut to crack Alas! Our hollow attempts to hold the reins of Time! Que sera sera! Nothing can we dictate! For the Almighty’s will, will invariably pass! We’re mere actors in the world’s stage…
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Leave Me Alone!
the approaching dusk smiles at the scoops of floating cream, the playful breeze tickles the distant coniferous stalks, perched atop the rocky cliff on the barren charred soil I sit, hugging my pumping berry, tightly to my membrane it denies to be shackled inside this scrawny cell, the cracks and crevices falling apart, tiny morsels…
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Dear life…
Dear life, Sometimes, you had thrown me to the wolves, For reasons unknown, And tested my resilience. Put my back on the wall, By throttling my confidence, And highlighted my disarrayed face. Put me on trial, For noncommitted crimes, And exiled me to an abysmal state of mind. Plotted revenge for deeds, Done with fair…
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I am just A Mother
Read the poetry I am a mother And the title tells a story. I am not judging anyone Nor I want to blame someone. For I have my own Little battles to win each day, Infact my world has more Games that I actually lose. To see smiles And let peace prevail. I am a…
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Lengthening shadows
What if we never meet ? A lingering fear stays in the mind, ******************** Each twilight I wait, peering through panes, Till the orange orb hides behind tall trees, A few lingering rays peep through the leaves, With deepening gloam my hope too wanes. **************************…
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Freedom force
Rain o rain Fail not even one inch As I spread my arms To embrace you above all Rain o rain I’m here to enjoy you full. Rain o rain Never mind even if drenched For my soul find expression in you Slowly sweeping like baby angel Rain o rain I’m here to enjoy you…
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Sparrows
Chirping sparrows gather around Searching for their bites Hopping here and there, leaving me spellbound Few others sit on the perch Enjoying the rain water Cheerful, I wonder how they’re always stirred . The former ones seem fed Tree branches have become their bed Riveted in ceaseless laughter They’re at solace, unknown to them .…