Poetry

A Cherished Treasure

A Cherished Treasure

Your hands so fragile Yet strong when they hold me tight Yes, I can feel you.   Your smile is sweet, young So innocent, genuine, Yes, I can see that.   Your breath is so fresh, As though you are next to me, Yes, I can sense that.   Your photo, lively,...

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Serene

Serene

The dawn breaks with Suprabhatam and Sahasranamam And a white carpet of kolam, Ushering in the day.   The aroma of filter coffee Filling the room, Was an unsaid alarm For me to wake up.   Brightly lit pooja room, With chandanam and camphor, Spreading their...

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Promise of Spring

Promise of Spring

Petals, blossoming petals Ravishing you look, Oozing out with beauty, Mesmerizing the beholder, Idyllic picture you paint, Sending in vibes of jealousy, Enraging the bestest artists in town, Soaking them in your hues and fragrance. O Spring! O Spring! Forever young...

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Parenthood

Parenthood

They waited for the day, With eagerness and tension, As there, their happiness did lay.   To all gods they did pray, To ensure their lives reached a contention, They waited for the day.   When natural ways didn't pay, They sought medical intervention, As...

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The Feeling!!

The Feeling!!

The feeling of heart beat from within,  Surreal and ecstatic at the same time.  Ahhh.. Wait for the ten months to end, they said.    I still wondered why?  Won't that be a beautiful day? I thought.  Then I realized what they meant.    They needed a child, ...

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One of the Kind

One of the Kind

I was a loner, Everywhere I used to go. None wanted to be with me, And my tears never ceased to flow.   My own types, They ignored me, As I disliked what they loved, And turned blind to what they see.   The others, ahh.. they too Didn't appreciate my...

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I Am Not a Runaway

I Am Not a Runaway

Aura was sorrowful, With wails crooning against walls. Anguish sang songs, So sorrowful and unhappy. Sound of a bomb : not a lullaby Was raising up. Pain was all around, With humans torn apart. Blood was in motion, With no path to drift, As chunks of brawn, Of humans...

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King of Fruits

King of Fruits

As April walks by, All I want is you. My hands wish to touch you, And my olfactory, to sniff you in.   Crisp and sour, is you as raw With  colour so grassy and rural. As you grow, you transform, To look bright and sunny.   King of Fruits, a crown, So apt for...

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Atal

Atal

Astounding was thy personality Treat to the ears was thy voice, Amazing were thy poetic verses, Long living is thy name.   Beyond parties thou art loved, Idol thou art to many Heartening it was to see thou smile, Astonishing was thy calm demeanor as thou Reacted...

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