Poetry
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My Journey On A Tight Rope
The roads I chose, led me onto a tightrope, Miles thereon, did I travel, with certain hopes, Knotty it was, at several points, Threatening to break, at enfeebled joints . Aye, lauding myself, for my nonchalant spunk, I kept persevering, revelling in blind triumphs, My sprit indomitable, my legs unstopping, I set out to break,…
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Smothering with Love
May 21 Another day, perhaps, another week Weakness has set in, my mind’s in a tizzy Buckets to clear away nausea, I can’t for the life of me believe I’m a mom-to-be. My eyes shine And I can only reminisce Another day when my Mother told me in a rather Shy way, she too felt…
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The Superwoman Syndrome
Accoutred in smart formals, I strode into my cabin, all magnificent, Pride permeating, betraying every nucleus, Beautiful, slender and lithe, How was I to ever know, That this superwoman thing was a true-blue myth? . The home, over time, evoked a dreary ennui, While wrangling frontline, in the arena of fealties, With the elementary pleasures…
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Shunyata- Nothingness
#atensyllabledDecima #ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour Shunyata/Nothingness Nothing was there, to nothing we return. Seek the ever unfolding horizon; All’s a mirage, life’s naught but illusion. Each being walks the forking path to turn, Moulting skin, physical debris- to learn What has been unlearnt! minds often play truants, Succumbing to daemons of flesh- the wants. Souls wither, they wilt,…
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Schezerade
Are raconteurs good wives? Consider the thousand tales Each she carefully spun To satiate a sadist’s hunger. Call it a web of deceit! Yet, never let your eyes sway from The sword that had killed his previous wives. A Bluebeard of sorts Had married her out of curiosity Wondering if women were fallen! Yet, she…
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The Best Days of my Life
The little girl In a checkered red frock With fringes on her forehead Glasses that rested on her tiny nose To see the black and white board She sat on the first bench always For being the tiniest in class Had its own pros Her little bunch of friends And how they all had a…
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Be like Water!
In frosty wombs stroked by the sun, Fresh life, awaits its turn Enlivened by joyous beginnings, Spurred on by myriad blessings . Be like water Vaulting forth heavy slopes, Swirling across jagged stones, Pirouetting about strange hurdles, ‘tis the dance of gritty souls . Be like water Lion and sheep; birds, and fish Humbly bow…
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Riding my Way
Journeys that are traversed With people who make Moments into memories Family with whom You take a ride to places And discover about bonds That bind forever Friends who make the bumpy ride Most amazing ever Those rides with the one you love Talking about life and all of that Some rides you take…
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Scottish Memories
Scotttish Memories Take me back to those days And that place Where I discovered us Love life and what it is To be a woman moulded In many roles along with Being your wife The land that is Most Scenic With mountains that Are snow laden Rain sun and snow All show up togetherness on…
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Glued together
You are more than Beautiful She had an aura Which made you read through her eyes Some marks were becoming her identity It made heads turn And everyone only tried to comprehend She made sure every broken piece Of her mind body and soul Was placed perfectly That the imperfections Made an impression She…
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Magic of Music
She had created A world of her own Two plugs in Left and right Shut to the noise And chaos of life Neither she bothered Nor anyone cared Music spoke a language That she could only understand Her mother’s lullabies To now her own beautiful notes Now life spoke melodies of love It was…
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Cheer Leader
My favourite sport None that I can play like a pro But I always cheer and Applaud for the winner Who gives in all it takes to be there. No favourite sports person No favourite game I just like all Till it entertains I play games just for fun. Sports is serious It takes blood…
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Pair of eyes
Look at the dark sky Said the little one I said looks stellar isn’t it As always the reply was yes from his end For each day he rose to darkness While the world Opened its eyes to the glistening sky For the little one the sun, the moon and stars All were just names…
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