Category: Musings
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Where do the rains belong?
Inside a massive cloud the tiny drops Embrace each other, lest they fall But the cloud that they make Confess that one day it would disintegrate. Leaving blankness in their wake The drops will have a free fall! Getting scruples in place To the earth would return the drops. But, the drops have often wondered…
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The Crumpled Note
I Love Her, I Love Her,Read the crumpled note,And struck a bolt to mindOf the mom, that echoedA panoply of thoughts. . Who, What and Why?She asked to herself.And it seemed a rehearsal,A final one,Before the actual bout. . Calm, and composedLooked the curly haired,As the mother came near her.The glare of her furious eyesFailed…
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until we meet again….
#NaPoWriMo #ArtoonsInn #PoetryParlour #untilwemeetagain We found ourselves in midst of friendship, we grew taller in height of courtesy the love was always profound, which had nothing to bound A silent connectivity and the smile speaks, Our bond has multiplied never to be simplified, A ray of hope to cherish this gain, until we meet again.
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Cafe, across the street
Across the street, there’s a little cafe It serves coffee A unique flavour each day of the week It serves, only coffee That’s what makes it peculiar . Swarms of people stand outside Waiting for today’s flavour to be served Relishing the taste Few make new friends And others share their stories With the cafe…
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Stellar Lantern
Stars Fireball Sky Lantern Traveller’s Mate, Dreams This style is called the Lantern style in Japanese poetry. These poems usually don’t have a title, the first line is considered the title but I chose to give my verse a name💚 First line-one syllable Second line-two syllable Third line – three syllables Fourth line – four…
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Ode to an unknown rebel
Sorry man, I found you too late, Only when they brought your corpse out, That you were a prisoner all the time, In the attic that was locked from outside! I had had a weird sensation, Of someone singing melancholy dirges, A mellifluous voice that could melt mountains, And bring from that frothing ravines, My…
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Whole!
loving you opened up spaces within me I did not know existed multiplying happy cells into spasms of joy that traversed my entire system survived a storm of mundane sensory gaps of living a life lost in illusionary awareness to a path that transformed me from bit to whole from living to loving
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The Palm Tree
An old tree stood in my garden, Which would help me to remove my burden. It was a tree of palm, And would always make me calm. Around it everything was so cozy and warm And I would never let someone do it any harm. One day I was sad again, I ran to the…
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Toothy tussle
A beautiful smile, symmetrically aligned teeth, pure white with a shiny bright , I pledge my teeth to the inheritance of my parents so tight and all right, All praise was mine for the chiselled jaws with a marvelous smile, I proceed protected against gifted teeth with no clue of its deterioration if not caressed,…
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And you say I’m not in harmony
”…but what a humiliation when one stood beside me and heard a flute in the distance and I heard nothing, or someone heard the shepherd singing and again I heard nothing, such incidents brought me to the verge of despair,…” The Heiligenstadt Testament: Ludwig Van Beethoven Pounding on the ivory and…
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This is going to hurt just a little bit 2
(Apologies to Sir Odgen Nash) . At the risk of sounding gruesome, Our endeavors always aim, For a harmonious thirty-twosome. Be rest assured With your will to be cured, We’ll help you brace for what’s to come. . For the caramels and candies that you so love, Are such a hit with the bugs too.…
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Under the Amaltas Tree
Looks like an artist Dipped his brush in the sun To dye your golden tresses And blind me with your light The fringes of your glitter Grew ladders to touch my soul Swinging in the warm breeze You enticed me for a hug And when I grew tired Of the passionate heat You trapped…
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You and Me: A Brine Story
Standing by the seaside, I often wonder where the waves come from and where do they go? like me they are vagabond splashes every beach scours every shore searching those footprints that he left behind, whispering the forlorn story to every pebble, every grain the waves make sure it reaches his ears next time when…
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Music in their House
The music in their house Isn’t it too loud? Maybe they’re suppressing something But what’s the need to? What do I do? Say it to them or let it be? . The music in their house Isn’t it too boring? Maybe they’re enjoying it But it’s troubling me What do I do? Say it to…