Poetry

Shoe Talks

Shoe Talks

The street strewn with shoes,  Shoes of varied kinds.  Each had a story to tell,  Of its owner and self.  The tales of self spoke about Being beaten to flatten And be moulded into designs.  The numerous pricks and scratches Oh! Terrible to hear.  The shoes reflected...

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Letter to Soul

Letter to Soul

A visit to the college,  Flooded me with those moments,  So lovely and cherished.  Every inch of the corridor and ground,  The classrooms and benches,  Spoke the tales of love,  That flourished within the campus.    I sneaked into the library,  As that was my...

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Life of Lies

Life of Lies

She was considered lucky,  Just like her mother.  Intelligent and smart that she was,  She aced academics and sports.  Fiercely independent she became,  And tasted success in every step.  Even her marital life was a bliss,  And happiness never did she miss.  Her...

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Masked Life

Masked Life

  Living in a hiding, so far, Away from your near and dear ones, To not meet again even once, Life becomes uncertain like war, Decisions that would always marr When one's existence is at stake, Hardly any choice left to make You brace thyself for the future Which...

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Smile that Masks

Smile that Masks

Every smile that she bore Masked some emotions and fears.  Behind it, lay a plethora of,  Unspoken words and feelings.  Her soul remained sealed Beneath the deceptive smile you see.  The mirror was her soul sister,  As she revealed the bruises to her.  Some external,...

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Autumn Learnings

Autumn Learnings

The colours of fall,  Captivates us all.  Ushering the onset of winter,  When snow falls pitter patter.  The trees get ready,  To face the snow, all steady.  They probably know,  The leaves can't stand the snow.  Is that why the leaves ripen?  And fall down, leaving...

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Awaken the Artist Inside You

Awaken the Artist Inside You

A stroke here and a stroke there, or Raising up the level of a building, or Testing one's taste buds, or Igniting the senses within, or Swaying to the tunes and beats,  The true artist lies within.    Arouse that little soul within,  Reward it with praises,  Take...

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Zero’s Rant

Zero’s Rant

Bhramagupta, my father, named me Shunya, Which means Absence.  Did he give you the right To use that for failures?  I add value to digits And make them grow ten-fold.  I depict completeness,  As I start and end at the same point.  Without me, your machines can't...

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An Unfulfilled Childhood

An Unfulfilled Childhood

  Those big bright eyes,  Looked so spirited and high.  They shone with confidence,  Grit and perseverance.  The kohl laid eyes did hide,  Something so deep and wide.  From the world and near ones,  As they couldn't guess even once.  Those eyes, so bright,  Had...

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