Poetry
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Inner Voice
I said, “I listen to you every time Yet you sound anew on each occasion.” “Some day, I’d sit back and listen to you,” it said. Or, perhaps, it was my assumption. Ever since I’ve yearned for That participating audience. With whom I can discuss All problems and their solutions. Read the complete poem on… Continue reading
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Just the Way of Life
From when the life sprouted When coziness wrapped its fingers around yours And opened your vision to its ‘me-ness’, It is what it is. From when mistakes could be erased When errors didn’t scar us for ever And the time was full, It is what it is. From when ignorance was blissful When choices still… Continue reading
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That’s Who I Am
Of all that I did that day, Were things rather in plenty. Breaking with the dawn, for once Had I had this idea, if any… Where my vigilant brain had caught this Wonderful signal through my mental antennae, And, the day had arrived where I could turn stories into pure honey. “Do not confine,” I’d… Continue reading
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Trees in the Winter
Trees in the Winter Trees we’re, witnessing Yet another Solstice— We’ve seen— Yet another year For you, we might be Useless, worn out. Devoid of what we can No longer bear. Call us what you might Fixture. Fossil. Forget not But that we’re the ones Who had you reared. Like old parents, we’re— That one… Continue reading
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Being Humble
Being Humble Strike here. Gone there. The Kafkaesque nature of The momentary thought Is worthy of being rare. Doing. Redoing. Writing. Wiping. Committing. How else will you otherwise Wayfind that Something? Patience, my friend, Is a costly affair. If it strikes, it’s fair. If it doesn’t, it still isn’t unfair. Failure or pressure. Spark or… Continue reading
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Life, Sort of, Makes Sense!
It must be logic,For we hide carefully our aces. It must be magic,For even a thought can take us places. It must be tragic,For else why would people switch their stances? It must be a mirror,For a few change faces. It must be an accomplishment,For some deal with it in paces. It must be a… Continue reading
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Keep Writing
What is your reason to write? Through this poem, I find if I need one. Continue reading
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Just Another Lens
Through these strangely amusing and simple ways, He (or is it She?) continues to teach me life lessons that then flow through my words, such as these. Continue reading
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Only You
Amongst the notes, she found a poem that, as a folded paper, was tucked inside a notebook. To her surprise, my handwriting looked completely different back then. To my surprise, my writing seemed completely different back then. She thought it was more artistic. I thought it was pretty lame of me to concentrate on rhyming… Continue reading
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Strike O’ Muse
Today, my mother turns 62 years young. Of all she has learnt from her life, the essence, she knows, remains in never settling, ever pursuing, and setting high standards for everything. If this already means trouble for us (I’m chuckling as I write this), it means that we, too, have to continuously better ourselves at… Continue reading
The Wordsmith 