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The Student
Hi! So, to continue contributing to my creativity (and to my website), I’ve decided to participate in the #52WeekWritingChallenge, where I plan to contribute as many poems as I can. StoryMirror has been organizing the event for the last five years now. As part of the challenge, the jury will provide a prompt for each Continue reading
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The Warmth and the Chill
Hi! So, to continue contributing to my creativity (and to my website), I’ve decided to participate in the #52WeekWritingChallenge, where I plan to contribute as many poems as I can. StoryMirror has been organizing the even for the last five years now. As part of the challenge, the jury will provide a prompt for each Continue reading
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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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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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Rediscovery
Amidst the bidders, for whom Spoken words make the market, I resort to words unspoken To be the voice of my own. Survived, I have Through nights and days. To survive within each moment, I call upon my soul. Witnessing two reflections, Having faith in faith, I Echo with the right one To shatter the Continue reading
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Change of Seasons
The chirping of birds, Who, at the Mango tree, Celebrate the Change of seasons, Welcoming the days of glory Bidding the days of grim. The drumming noise, tapping on Your windows, epilogues the Change of seasons, And Highlights the crow feet on your face, That once were ironed out, Filling you in joy to the Continue reading
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Micropoetry: Lullabies
Lullabies flew like water from eyes. Cries were for the Ward, Not for toys. ©Suyog Ketkar Senryū is a form of micropoetry that contains 17 or lesser syllables spread across not more than three lines. Although this attempt isn’t driven by humor, Senryu mostly is used to describe the human aspect on a lighter note. Continue reading
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Life is Black and White
Sans the haunting howls of ballads, Sans the riddling verse in charades, Sans the humming songs of an escapade, After all, Life is Black and White. Continue reading
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A Cure Within
With a depressed soul Enjoying the indifference of nothing; The repressed feelings spurted; And an inconsolable self – laid silent, I rode the turbulent tides within. Milestones guiding to hell, A clueless tread to an unexplored trail, Each turn bringing to self, And no one, but myself to help. Priced for being good, this tiny Continue reading
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I am Your Echo
I have this to say to my parents and gurus: Flowing through the air are the glowing ashes of my smoldering. If the smolders of karma be my destiny, then I am your echo. … Singing through the dark woods are the verses of this destiny. To make this song of life melodious, I am Continue reading
The Wordsmith 