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Category: poetry

Contemplation and sharing

I was taught these lines by my mother “Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing” “Contemplate” she said. When you rise up every single day, When you have the power to realise the million way, When you live and…

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Have you ever lived?

Have you ever been banned? Dumped, thrown in a tight can, canned. Have you ever been damned? After being someone much famed. Have you ever been gunned? Dying alone eating skills you once honed. Unable to work, since your wires are jammed. Not knowing…

I try yet I do not

Joys are cherubic in this land. Love is ephemeral when goes hand in hand. I love the breeze and the sand. Music in the breeze, I was once in a band. Every time I remember you, your face, your eyes The dye in my…

As we go down the lane!

As we go down the lane, We find things have not changed, It is we who have, left many beautiful things behind. I have met glow worms in a decade, The beauty hidden in rusted facade, Lovely lores that I heard naked, True feeling,…

Why do I live?

When I was small, I lived for the mornings, the winter and snow. I lived to count the stars, look into a Cackling fire and believed in laughing aloud. Then i grew to know stars are far. So i wanted to live my dreams…

Holi

From the makers of time, We have often tried to rhyme, This is a festival sublime, Gives you time for enemies and crime, Every thing can take a back step, Friends can become relations, Enemies can become friends and sensations. Lots of colours and…

Seven loves

They say we have seven mate, Each from one life, whom we might have had, nothing but hate for who they were, a life of a grape or kiwi, grated in between the stones of grind as bait. I feared always, how do I…

The new rain

The day I met you, the sky was grey, The day I felt you, the sky was dark with clouds, they burst forth bringing little rain with prayers and rays, the lightning hammer of Thor was very loud. That very day, I felt you…

Living forward to death

When life refused to befriend Zooni, She chose to look forward to death. She had believed too much in life’s loony tunes, dying was windy, cool and woolly. She sat across in quietude for a while, For she knew not, what death could bring…

Mind and it’s windy games

Stop playing mind games, For my heart is in flames for the one who has a java scripted name, Tall, dark, handsome of hunky dory fame. If you play games with my mind, I would hide behind your hind, You would never be able…