Poetry
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Vultures Around
he vultures that wish to nibble The crumbs of my plight. I wish once again Neither to prove them wrong Nor myself right. For I know that I must Let success speak through my might. Continue reading
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Ever Neglected. Never Neglected.
The perceptions. Love and geniality. The drumming, thumping, parading reality. Despite despair; nothing being new. That, which comes from within, is but You. Continue reading
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Who am I?
A word that I am. I must spread faster than a wildfire. A soul that I am. I must merge with the higher. Continue reading
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The Rock-Solid Self
Waves of sorrow smother me. I still stand ashore solid as a rock. #micropoetry Continue reading
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AKA Life
The macabre imaginations of non-existence. The morbid interests of people in my choices. The manipulative judgements by the wishful mob. The maniacal interpretations of merciless souls. The connections between fate is often fashioned. The coherence between life and logic is often conjectured. The jolts and surprises of life. The jeering people nudging me to the… Continue reading
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Micropoetry: War Medals
Medals symbolizeNot what’s won but also lost.That’s, the untold story. © Suyog Ketkar #micropoetry #haiku Continue reading
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The Name that Wasn’t
No voice, no noise.No reflection of oneself.No definition; none for assumption.I am not myself. Now here, now there.I pity myself.Now this, now that.I am not myself. Neither today nor tomorrow.I can’t portray the inner self.One’s thoughts, another’s actions.I am not myself. Neither from the rainNor from the draught.From where do I thenGlean myself? I am… Continue reading
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What Stops Me from Writing?
What Stops Me from Writing? It is the fear of losing out— The experience, that is—on the Present That I sometimes Stop myself from writing. However, it is the boon of— Heart, that is—self-belief That I reserve as I Get back to writing. It is the fear of falling behind— the dreaded race, that is—monies… Continue reading
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Micropoetry: The Wait is Over
Time flies, I would say. Cuddles, and not Calls today; My Princess comes back. © Suyog Ketkar Continue reading
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The Call of the Pen
Pen down, digress not For you must scribe much more Than what’s beyond fantasy Write what’s fathomable in only a lore. Continue reading
The Wordsmith 