A song unheard..
A song of mine, No more than a line, Lies entangled in a Web of untold thoughts – Half shrivelled under the weight of memories That have sprouted since you bade me Goodbye. Perhaps, you never heard it : For I never sang it, when you were there. Instead, I let it hang loosely, in […]
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I Too Was A Child ( Poattic 5 )
Of late, I have been painting pictures in the air And framing them in little cases That have sprouted From memories rooted in time. I have smeared some dust Across the white spaces And let my half broken brushes Fill them with the colours That I have managed to store away. The sound of silver […]
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Inside of Me
As the morning zephyr gently scratches my soul Tilling my thoughts, aerating the old, Imbue, instill, manure of hope, I sprout and rise, in dark I grope Following the wind, fragrant unseen, Pursuing the ONE, who asked, “Can you hear me?” I strain my neck, on tip toes I stand Grapple in crowd to get […]
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