Category: Musings
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Laughter.
#NaMiWriPo-21 #ArtoonsinnPoetryParlour Day-2 “Thank you “God You have bestowed The precious gift of laughter. When I laugh with gaitey and mirth All around me laugh. It is the best medicine And it keeps fit to march. At times I giggle Sometimes I haugh hysterically, My family wants All the time I should laugh. Do they…
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The old man and the sea
Standing near the sea shore I felt the warmth of my abode An embrace that one should die for The moist air that entangles every emotions The relaxing sound of waves took me to world of imaginations As I closed my eyes to be in peace The hush – hush of waves secretly kissed my…
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Gone With the Wind
Withered leaves scamper the courtyard, Howling wind cries your name. Soulful eyes with memories scarred, Gone with the wind are the days of fame. . The stage is lost, acts forgotten, Curtains drawn; mock my presence. Gone with the wind, are days mirth-laden, Lights have dulled, jeering silence. . Wine goblets and cheddar cheese, Gone…
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Celebrating Silence
Celebrating silence, I often talk, An internal dialogue, as inside I walk, Through my soul, veins and blood, I travel within, with the prana flood. My breath, the prana, awakens my mind, Negatives I breathe out, leaving none behind, Each positive breath fills my body with light, Banishing all darkness, leaving none in sight, A…
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Let Me Sleep.
#NaPoWriMo2021 #day1 . It’s been a year now, That the Pandemic had begun. I know, I know, 100 years ago, as well, there had been one. . But in this fast paced era of ours, Where we move around like *dodge-em cars. I’d like to hit the pause button, Can’t you hear me weep? Can…
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The Last Lecture
If I had to condense whatever meant something, to me into a Last Lecture I wonder what it would be… Love your parents, they are gone too soon; Of unconditional love they are the epitome. Family and friends – cherish the bonds. Work can wait. Yes it can! Spare some time for the ‘me’ Hug…
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Tale of All Cities
#NaPoWriMo2021 # Tale of Two Cities #Day1 They talk of ‘Tale of Two Cities ‘, I talk of all the cities of the world, In each lies a huge chasm of disparity, Between the haves and the have nots, Where humanity is dead , cruelty thrives , Where the oppressed struggle to breathe, The air is…
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With Love
He was smart, intelligent And filled with charm. He had an aura That could make one feel warm. . He spoke sense And made one feel at ease. Seldom, did he know, That, he ushered in peace. . He made us think and read And taught us to write. To make us shine, Like the…
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A Skewed Version of Me!
The diary of a young girl Has usually stuff about giggles and chocolates Barbies and friendship woes But mine had disgust and physical violence My detestation for my step parents And convoluted childhood days I grew up to be a seasoned hater And later a rough crocheted adult With fragile temperaments and brittle aura Who…
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Koel.
You sing so well o cuckoo In each spring in our garden. The mango blossoms Spread the scent and You arrive with your songs. It goes on throughout the summer Cooling down our nerves. Is it true o cuckoo you search nests And lay your egg on others’? You have no worries, And no botheration…
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To the Clouds and Beyond
Beyond the cloud, I see the Sun smile so bright, While the child in me wanders about, In broad daylight. . Beyond the cloud, lay stories hidden of stars and lights, Leaving the sky shining In the darkening night. . Beyond the cloud, I saw a ray of hope, Taking the shape of a sparkling…
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It's ok to fall
“Is it wrong to fall or fail?” Pondered the young mind. “Granny taught me stories, Of the ant falling 18 times, But never gave up till it succeeded, And of Emperor Ghazni, Who won despite multiple losses. But still, failure is a bane, For all children like me. My parents love me, I know. They…
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What's Poetry!
When the lips can’t express and the emotions strangulate When the eyes are dry but the heart bawls, cries When yore’s moments recreate a curve on the shivering lips When alphabets dwelling in the heart explodes, drenched in ink When the pillows taste the salty tales every night When the blank pages sing the ballad…
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