Category: Poattic-5
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Rewind
If only, I could press the rewind button I would go back to my childhood days To stay there forever- Never wanting to grow up. . I’d enjoy the days Uninterrupted by so called Grown up worries and Roam around carelessly. . Run behind a butterfly, Laugh without a reason Share the toy of the…
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Only our brain can !
Isn’t it amazing What the brain does Play pause forward or rewind Both moments and memories, Update it all or postpone it for later. Occasionally weird but sometimes very funny. And you know,its all a feeling Wrapped in emotions But controlled by the brain. The work is endless Continous work and no relaxation. Confusion to…
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A Mother’s Plea
“O Naïve and innocent son! Fate has cruelly struck you, My dear! How did this happen? Where and When? Was it a speeding car that hit your bike? Or a truck driver blaming a blind spot, A jaywalker, perhaps, whom you were trying to avoid, Could it be someone, envious of your success? I can’t…
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Rewind
When bright sunshine begins to mellow Unfurling twilight glows, Closes eyes Depleted day surrenders Tired of reprising Mundane spells Sluggishly Stray in the mist of time Life escapes Through halcyon fields flows Balmy breeze Of reminisces warm embraces Thaw rime of yore. Surges craving impish Of life to rewind And walk again dusty alleys Of…
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Precious Moments
The wallpaper of my phone And that of my laptop, Took me back to the times Of sleepless days and nights. . Oh! It seems like yesterday, That the house was filled With constant wailings of Hunger, pain, sleep or needing a hug. . Oh! How I miss those, Tiny hands that reached out, Tiny…
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Rewinding Life
#Artoonsinn#PoetryParlour#Poattic-5#REWIND REWINDING LIFE What should I rewind? My untold miserable state of mind? Or that sudden surge of love blind? My scandalous freefall from the palace of illusions? Or my rapid, existential practical solutions? My tethered, unspoken, immolated self? Or my coming of age with my loved ones’ help? Those ceaseless moments of undiluted pain?…
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Who am I ?
Here is my entry for PoAttic5 ****************************** Behold, a wallflower half hidden by stone, But not without sharp prickly thorns. That sometimes make negligent passerbys Stop and look at what nature adorns, **** Look ! A twilight of blushing shades of red, Awaiting dark night…
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Faded and Forlorn
Reminiscing those jovial and euphoric days Lulled by your love, eclectic emotions set ablaze Perennial promises, Memorable moments freckled with cozy cuddles Celebrating life, oblivious to life’s umpteen puddles. The imprints of your love still emblazon my glistened core Bestowing pristine joys from dazzling glimpses of yore Lost in the depth of your hazel eyes,…
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Darkness everywhere
Darkness at the begining Darkness at the end His mind rewinds As he slips through the dark tunnel Disowned by sinners Possessed by offenders Journey of a creation From dump to waste Maimed for wretched look At traffic signals and every nook Palms spread and pleads made Dawn to dusk for a crust of bread…
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Breathe
A different me I saw in me, like literally The uniqueness in us, though widely known For me but, it was something unknown Trying to decipher my dissimilarities I grew up imbibing your similarities A smile here, a shout there Absorbed a lot to show-off my flair To be counted among the accepted men I…
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Paint my story
I am just a blank canvas Will you paint a story on my soul Colour my tears bright red For they have forever bled Paint my eyes milky white They’ve been deserted in plight I am just a blank canvas Will you paint a story on my soul Turn my broken heart to black For…
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Desires
That thing we all crave for, acceptance, validation Call it what you will . That wisp of affection That shapes our realities I craved, till I caved . The darkness in my heart I survived and lit my skies With lanterns of hopes . Empty words, I filled As I willed Till they breathed life…
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#Gone girl
Days of paradise and days of hell Am this and much more And everyday in between as well Somedays am the empty coffee cup inmidst of the torrential rain And sometimes, the overflowing seams of yesterday’s pain Forbidden laughter hidden, behind your day old stubble Or a bijou hidden under layers of rubble The forgotten…
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