At a distant
I see a flower blooming
Careless, happy, fluttering..
Here I think of it's death
How one day,
All of a sudden
Unable to bear
The weight of the wind
It will wither.

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Everyday I kept you alive
Alive in my thoughts,
My words, my poetry
Even though today
Only your ashes
Linger in the air.

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You used metaphors
To build walls of irony
Between us.

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As the sunlight slithers
Through the mesh
Of my window
And crawls
Through my bed ;
Spreads on my skin
Lighting my mind
That there is warmth
After a long cold night
There is luminescence
After a long darkness
Just hold on there,
A morn is awaiting..

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Like a wildflower
He grew on my skin
Me, a wild jungle
Cradles him therein..
Kiss me hard before you wilt
Let's walk down the lane of guilt
Your love makes me grow
My warmth makes you glow.
I won't let you wilt my dear
Your beauty would
Outshine the roses for sure.

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A story of a priviledged Indian

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Feminism or feminine??
There is as much beauty in wearing a saree as in wearing a formal office dress. There is as much beauty in the chidings of a housewife as it is in the command of a lady officer. It is perfectly beautiful to fulfill the role of a housewife as the job of a research scientist in NASA is.
You are a woman, so u should have womanliness--that should be your armour not your blemishes.
Being feminine must be welcomed by all, men or women.
Only then
real feminism begins

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I was aware
Of the distance,
The abyss, the depth
Assured by you
I took the forward step
Now you left me midway
I'm neither in the
Land nor the air
I'm neither the
Girl you left
Nor the girl
In the cleft

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We walked a mile and a half
2 feet apart,
Yet close in our hearts
Not a word uttered
Yet we spoke a lot
We walked down a slope
Heart and hopes were up
It was close to dawn
A million dreams
To live and love..

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Death
It releases the dead
And cripples the living

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