Category: Musings
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Masks
Beautiful smiles adorn the faces here. Smiles that mask the devious designs in spiteful eyes. * Caustic tongues and razor-sharp hands, from behind the veil of sweet words, inflict deep gashes, send furrows of pain down arched, bent spines and tender hearts, wounds, which are but gaping blue mouths rotting with the toxic hatred from…
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The Lemon Girl
she, a fragment of the Gold or a tossing Sunflower, or some roadside Bloom no one knows who she is or where she comes from trotting the cobblestoned paths of the Mexican town she, the harbinger of hope, a breezy sip in the scorching noon with a basketful of lemons and a jarful of lemonade…
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You Always Said…
Trigger Warning: The poem contains incidents of self-harm ***** When the flowers lay crushed on the ground It was an accident you said * When the succulents began to die in succession It was an accident you said * When the pages of the books were found in the bin It was an accident you…
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Cupid Growth
I wish I could hold you in my arms and cocoon you with my wrath of love and affection, but the Cupid growth never lets me…. Your occasional cries were my alarms to cuddle you, I wish I would rewind the time , Your hugs and smiles which were my ornaments of motherhood, wish I…
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What's Cooking, Mummy?
What’s cooking, Mummy? Yuck, is it brocolli? Or are you cooking something, That leaves you feeling grumpy? What’s eating you, Mummy? Is it dear ol’ daddy? He isn’t home much nowadays, Is he with the one he calls ‘Cuddle- Bunny’? What’s the time, Mummy? Are you asleep already! I wanted the recipe for making warm…
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Your highness
Some pains never lie, You can taste them with your eyes, So honest and unshadowy, A fallen tulip, lying with its bare body, All soaked in rainwater, devastated, Waiting for a mighty breeze to carry it along, To it’s destined way of heaven. It’s longing to meet its highness And please her with its winsomeness…
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The End is not coming!
The Rain Gods have shown their appearance I’ve come to get drenched in a soulful experience The shimmering white clouds are moving in sync Mingling with their mates for the evening, silvery tryst The tree greens are swaying in melodious harmony Their dwellers, tiny sparrows, chirping in playful symphony Bubbly squirrels are jumping branch to…
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My Memories Taste Like
my memories taste like coke…nutty, carbonated fizzy-fuzzying out of my bottled vanilla existence like black coffee bitter, dark leaving marron kisses of heartbreak on lips pressed too hard but mostly they taste of a four letter word…your name taking slow backups on the syllables of my tongue
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It’s only words
No thought was needed As words are free It doesn’t matter If it doesn’t hurt me It was a glorious chance To show insight sound I grabbed it at once To claim the high ground So I whipped and lashed The thick and heavy words For all and sundry To hear and pause And when…
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Flight of Words
Folding the blank paper neatly along the rims inking it with few white salty drops I sail it off, My paper plane into a distant land; trudging over the rugged terrain, swimming the virgin blues and emeralds, plodding the lush pastures and meadows, when you reach the window of his heart drench him with the…
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Obliterated
Far removed From the eviscerated Maw of pugnacious humanity I buzz… A mute spectator Hovering over the rim of the world. Like an open book, the world lays open, Its spine fractured under The onus of its bludgeoned self. Will it recover, ever? Will it be able to snap its covers shut? Add a new…
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PERSPECTIVE
You see blue unblemished skies I see streaks 1of blood marring it You breathe pure air tinged with the fragrance of jasmine I inhale the odor of putrid bodies left in open graves You hear the soothing melody of some nameless bird I hear the heart wrenching weeping of inconsolable orphans We have woken up…