Category: Musings
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Homecoming
There I stood In front of a mirror, Alone; But smiling. . It was familiar; The surrounding, the noise. But something was missing. What was it? . Was it me? . I guess. It couldn’t be you after all. Not after I buried you, Along with the memories we had. . And arising From the…
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The Innocent Mind
Walking on her tiptoe, The little one stepped into the muddy floor, Untouched by worldly complexities, She went beyond the vicinity. she carried within, a lively soul, The soul of a happy child, Having the power of a kite, That flies to touch great heights. A dreamer in the morning, An onlooker by the night,…
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The Girl in a Million
There, she walked with pride,Dressed in red and in stride.Her high heels spoke in depth,Of her confidence in every step. . Her past is still a mystery,For the followers in spree.She did not shy away,But no one wanted her to say. . She climbed the stairs of success,As though, she never took a recess.Now, it…
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Beware !
Welcome to the world baby girl, But it won’t be a child’s play for you, You are born with expectations, Still you must not show agitation , Calmly wade murky waters ,still breath, Like a duck frantically moving legs underneath, Woman,Your basket is heavy, A never ending burden you will carry, Yet no frown your…
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Routines
Scratched notepads, hurriedly inked shopping checklists, Often diverting into a frenzied attempt to doodling, Stick on notes placed haphazardly on cupboards and mirrors, Reminders notes–hash tagged, a scribbled unfinished poem On a yellowed envelope… My essence spilling out onto paper,is what’s left of me. **** Chores marked in diaries holding A forgotten rose pressed long…
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Red riddle
She came into the world With a faint cry Her eyes shined through the baby quilt Her smile spread joy all over Peals of laughter Patter of her tiny feet Happiness flowing Like a waterfall Her youth heralded By the red trickle Forbidden now to giggle Boundaries drawn A five day period ostracism Eclipsed from…
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Touch-Me-Not
#Poattic-7 A touch-me-not shies away from feel, Should a woman do so too? Is that why she’s named Lajwanti? Lajjo, she’s called by dear ones, Who abandon her, when she becomes unchaste, Merely because prying lusful eyes have combed her being, Or a rough touch invades her body. Perhaps, her silence speaks like a river…
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THE FANATIC
The cold breeze touched her cheeks, As if to caress like the mother, Like waves in the dark blue sea, Her curls hit against her gentle face, Passing through her golden tresses, The curious breeze moved ahead to touch another, While the Fanatic stood their gazing, Her eyes brightened by the moonlight so strong. The…
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A Quest for Identity
As dawn broke over the far horizon, and the sky into a million hues; As the clouds broke to greet sunshine, and a new hope into a smile.. She set out in search of her broken pieces, to make herself whole again. Pieces of jewels moulded by years of cautious concern, surrendered to a bloodless moment, broken…
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Solitude
What’s solitude, but a bud opening to morning breeze, What’s solitude, but a flower dancing to breeze. What’s solitude, if not a moment of pleasure and ease! What’s solitude but a moment without care? What’s solitude if the petals aren’t in leisure teased? What’s solitude, if not – wafting sweet scents timely seized! What’s solitude,…
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The song of spring
Frosty mornings, powdery snow Through cloudy skies does north wind blow The orange red fireball ensconced Gentle spring retreats Though season change is nature’s decree The winter fury shall calm The sun will conquer and make us warm Such changes are convenient To kill weeds and uproot dominant Spring will not fail The divine command…
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SuperWoman… I am not This
Super Woman That is not what I longed to be But I was just made in the journey That I didn’t even want to walk I wanted to be Ordinary Like the leaf With hues of gold and green. That would drift with zypher And would be left to wander I never wanted to be…
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Womanhood
‘Poattic-7’ Super was she, super she is and will remain super forever. She gives birth,forgets sleep to nurture her treasure. As a daughter, as a sister in the family, she spread the laughter. With a smile she took the burdens of being a wife and mother. Strong in mind,soft at heart she binds the family…
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Blossom
I woke up from deep slumber Reviving from past embers A blossom smiled through the window Dew drops like pearlsShining on the ocean A beacon of hope After a dreary bleak night Isit spring already Or an illusion in my malady The blossom smiled again The wrath of winter I dare I mock the gloom…