Category: Musings
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Barely finished
Hog hair kneads hues, Grinding ‘em against the grain, luring knives, palettes and eyes— Towards a murky sea, still’d, That gains momentum with impasto Fiery ball suspended. Quick dry strokes dot And lather a pale blue sky On the stretched bland canvas. Each successive coat livens The rafts, crags and gulls’ cries Barges bob, brushing…
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Shakuntala’s Tryst
Spring was in a playful mood bestowing its bounty painting the garden in ruddy bouquets the breeze intoxicated with the fresh lotus scent, amidst stood the mesmerizing damsel along with her maidens Shakuntala, found in a Shakunta flock, reared by Rishi Kanva was an epitome of beauty and devotion she met the charming king Dushyanta…
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My Rainbow Rain
#Poattic#PoetryParlour#ArtoonsInn#Rai n MY RAINBOW RAIN This time, the rain has drenched my soul, As I have walked down the miles with you – With a throbbing heart and a toddler’s smile, Rejoicing the moment of my maternal love. . This time, the rain has presented an uncluttered view, Of your ignited thoughts and piercing eyes…
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Memories of Summers Past
Flashes of light flow through my heart, flickering memories of summers past, From Army Station to Granny’s house visit temptations, Of happy times and playful vacations The wanderer in me had so much fun Ah, what silvery resplendent days were those then! Three days train journey from Assam to Punjab, The magical music of nature…
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My First Teacher
a loud wail and I stepped into the world unknown faces, mysterious words scared was I, frightened with all the glare clutching the tail of your drape I roamed in my little palace trying to introduce myself to my toys, with each passing day you taught me how to be me, you taught me…
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Little Fingers
The pebbles tickled her tiny feet As she raced across the sand to pick a shell Soft waves rolled over one another Foaming with bubbles of delight at the musical laughter … As she raced across the sand to pick a shell The pearl’s broken home was no longer empty Foaming with bubbles of delight…
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Wind
The wind has been too kind Like the intervention, of Divine It swiftly, flew past me And gave me a moment of ecstacy A stranger just passed by An unexpected smile, we cast thy . Moments later It swayed faster, with a thudding sound Made many men, homebound Topsy turvy, it turned the trees Snatched…
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MOTHER EARTH???
They say the skies are bluer The clouds are pristine white The air they say smells sweeter And we witness a star spangled night The birdsongs are more lovely Peacocks dance in the street Wild life ventures into cities Their domesticated brethrens to greet The trees it appears are taller The grass on both sides…
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Lockdown story
It’s a tale of a mum who is in lockdown with her ‘Lakhtejigars’ Morning haste and breakfast rush. It’s so hard to wake them and make them brush. ‘What’s for breakfast’ is their favourite quote. ‘I hope it’s yummy’ is the requirement foremost. Answer could make them smile or frown. Whatever comes mum needs to…
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Space
Space Space that gives you volume, Space that gives you velocity, I can see no action without space, Yet space is not considerable. Space that shelters lives, Space that allows buds to bloom, Yet its presence is not magnified. I can see the bowing of the flower diligently in the space so fervently. Yet its…
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Teachers… Teachers….
Teachers… Teachers…. Man was guided from time unknown, By a teacher, through his ups and downs. The Gods, the demons, and the mighty kings, Had a teacher, sing the nomads. . The Gods had Brihaspathi, And the demons, Sukhracharya. Alexander had Aristotle And Asoka, Chanakya. . It just struck me, They all had just one…
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The Hand That Rocks The Cradle
Holding my hands, she jubilantly led Though growing up, I gainsaid In her comfort of ignorant bliss, In my yearning, to be distinct Call me a zany zealot, For I walked on her footprints, Like a retinue artless, In youthful egotism and naivete My tot as in present, I get, would be no different, Hitting…
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Thank Goodness!
She tossed her curly mop. The frizzy thing of keratin (and some moss). She needed a haircut, badly. Yet, she dared not visit a saloon, even till Unlock.20! She wondered why the folk mourned, About being in pyjama bottoms, she loved them so. She destested makeup that highlighted her ‘forever-acne’. Was content sporting a head…
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Bare and Burdened
Holding riches of contentment Flying light traversing barbed miles endless, Haggard mien barefoot, unabated dream Enthralling emmer sunshine beckoning. . Stories they heard, glorious land lush Rosy days where nights resplendent River munificent flowing elixir Blissful promised land, hope burgeoning. . Frayed bindle of burden, penury a dent On shoulders frail, life is heavy Thatched…