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Back in time
Let me take you back in time;when we were in that cab.I remember, our silly argument;moments before our eyes met.I knew, something changed back there;the way you looked at me then. Let me take you back to that dark alley;where I held you close, to my chest.I remember, your brown innocent eyes;with thousand questions, seeking…
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The color gray
The wind is gentle in my heart now. It’s not that I do not like to fight for what I believe. It’s like, I do not want to keep an image of an upsurge moralist and be oppressive to my thoughts. It is like being the color ‘gray’, having a certain inclination towards white but…
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Her quivering lips
Her quivering lips and a still summer afternoon; His fingertips, and her mind full of doubts. Her questioning eyes, searching, for some secrets in his half-lit world; His intentions, now teetering, like smoke rising in the dark. Her hair, a bit tangled, in the memories of their careless past; Though his fingers, unraveling them, for this moment which…
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A different kind of God
“Isn’t it atrocious? The world is falling apart, newspapers filled with the news of crumbling lives and people with power dancing over others, plainly justifying their actions. I suppose, for some, God has stopped listening. Where do you think our prayers are going?” she asked while looking out of the window. “Probably where we always…
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This town
When the day collapses into a million broken glasses to reflect the last remaining sun, this empty town calls its strangers to the streets and fills them with noises and shuddering delights. This place is lonely. The calm wind left it a long time ago. The memory has given way to blank imaginations, tired imaginations of the events…
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Dancing in the dark
(Painting ‘Incomplete Dance’ by Medha Pandey) Why should I see you? When in my eyes, you didn’t find yourself. I was your mirror, still, in me, you seemed like someone else. I walk in darkness now, for your light left me blind. Thorns do kiss my feet, but the pain never finds it. Why should I wish…
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Poem Recitation (The promise)
Cold winter breeze over a sleepy oak forest. The promise of a kiss, a ritual before the long sleep. Her cold breath, whispering, warm melodies of her world. His jaded eyes waiting, for the silence; in memories of her words. The leaves now yellow, the sky turned gray and still. For his love will soon…
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Contemplate
Some late summer evening, the warm wind bathed in this half-burnt pine forest will reach to your window. I hope the smell will take you back to the time when our intentions were frivolous, and we took pride in burning our love the moment we sneaked into each other’s minds. We were flying loose then…
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Thou little fool
An eternal struggle of the memory, caged, in this endless cycle of a repetitive dream; reminiscing about a momentary fame somewhere in this passage of borrowed time. Enlighten my sky, thou little fool, with your borrowed light. Enlighten my life, thou little fool, before the end of your time. This cycle of joy and sorrow will appear,…
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Broken hands
Don’t you believe we are stuck in this room? You have a red box at the corner, and I have a blue one on the other side. We meet once in a while, to talk about our sorrowful lives and shames, in disguise. Our hands, worn out wrists too brittle now even our eyes don’t…