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When We Pack Our Life Into Two Days A Week, My Love…
When we pack our life into 2 days a week,we’re not just folding clothes into a bag.We’re creating memories – with the people we love,and for the people we love. A little bit of pamperingwith food, laughter, and love.A little bit of funplaying around like kids with badminton rackets in hand.A little bit of rest […]
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Nothing Can Be Hidden
Two years tomorrow,Since the day we first met.One year, eleven months—A lifetime of regret. You spun your web so carefully,Web with the sharpest blade.It ripped open the fragile mind,While you hid yours instead. I didn’t know your story,Or the shadows in your past.I didn’t know the truth of you—How long could the act last? But […]
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The Echo of Discourse
It lingers still,those fractured frames of memory,etched in the static of my thoughts.Your cursed cryptic wordsencrypted, fragmented, staying alive in me… Through me…still haunt the algorithm of my discourse. Some nights,the void stares back harder,a black hole swallowing the lastof my certainties.But I know,it’s just my past reflection fracturing,a glitch in my solitude. How often […]
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Never an Admirer of a Pot
Never an admirer of a pot,Pots on the street or pot on the gallery,Never bothered by its presence either.Pots are of types…The outcome of the clay and the potter.Either sits as a show-off,Speaks with a deformed voice,Or ends up storage of the needs of human kind. I came across one such pot,Never an admirer of […]
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Echoes of Liberation
The one who beheld the true beauty of darkness knows the vanity of the moth. The one who feels the pain of self and the pain of others knows the true depth of suffering. The one who succumbed to the allure of flight has seen the terror of fright. And the one who has nothing […]
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Reclaiming My Garden
I removed the rose beds,Cleared away the weeds,I never wanted them to begin with.There was no one to help,It was just me,With bare hands.I dipped my fingers into the hardened soil,Plucking them one by one.The thorns cut my skin,Blood droplets painting the soil red.I put them in a box,Asked the mailman to send it to […]
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The Passing Breeze and Silent Mountain
There was a time when winter settled in,A mountain stood, untouched by warmth or spring,Content beneath the sky’s indifferent gaze,No need for change, no promise of new days. But then a breeze, soft as a distant hum,Wandered through the valleys, gentle, numb,A fleeting warmth, felt like a whisper through the frost,Not much, but enough to […]
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Colosseum of Time
I am aliveBreathing, laughing, loving,After years spent in shadowsAs a sick child clinging fear, and fight.Grateful for this fragile heartbeat,For the sunrise I never thought I’d see. I no longer chase the world,Nor care to please its fickle crowd.It’s okay to be oblivious,To stand alone inside truth.Let me be free from the weight of others,Their […]
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The Mountain’s Whisper – Poem
He says that Mountain never excites him,But he savors the views as he reaches the mountain’s peak.He always says he never love that Mountain,But he feels his best while exploring its thickest terrain,Amidst the echo of murmuring beasts. He says he never falls in love with that Mountain,But he always returns, drawn by an irresistible […]
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A Kid with No Soul And Dogs That Were Soulful – Poem
A kid shunned and stoned by peers her age, Her name, a poet’s, who wished a world without outcasting cage.She spoke of kindness, yet was always shunned, But two four-legged angels, her heart they won. In 2007, they met as pups, their destinies intertwined from the start. One dark and beige, with coarse hair tufts. […]
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The Jade Vine & Bee – A Poem
In emerald depths of tropic’s gleam,A Jade Vine, rare and pure, bloomed in silence. Her claws unfurled, a turquoise hue,Awaiting life, a moment of grace. A bee, attracted to her ethereal light,Drifted closer, a mesmerizing sight. He promised nectar, sweet and deep,As she opened her petals from slumber’s sleep. But his love was fleeting, a […]
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Flickering Flame
Raindrops whisper on my windowpane,Each tear echoed my silent pain.Across the street, a candle’s gentle sway,Teasing shadows, secrets in its play. My heart ignites, an unyielding fire,Seeking sparks in your eyes that never tire.But you? A distant star, aloof and free,Lost in desire’s labyrinth, just like me. Is this life’s cruel jest, our fate to […]
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The Crux Of Time (Poem)
The crux of time, the bleak disaster!When everything is weighed on a broken scaleOne always gives more than the other,While the other grows cold and frail…The scale has never been in equilibrium.The low tide hits hard, a harsh reminderOf how the sea can ebb and flow.One always waits for the other’s returnWhile the other seeks […]
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Poem: Back To My Shell
The author reflects on their return to poetry after a long absence, citing personal brokenness as the impetus. Themes of loneliness and introversion are likely explored.
A Solivagant's Shoes 