FLOWERS UNDERNEATH THE SEA

Maybe sea was just a young maiden
Who fell in love with the serene sky
And wanted to give him flowers
But couldn't reach to his heights.

So, she hid all the flamboyant flowers
Beneath her seabed. Years after, they
Grew up into luring coral reefs and
Lanternfish which give out lights.

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Love begins with a metaphor
Of a newly bought kurti.
There is an excitement in buying it.
The cloth is stiff and you
are nervous to wear it,
But once you do and if
It fits perfectly, you are eager
To show it to everyone
Alive on this planet
With insta stories
And little love stories
Till its colour begins to fade away.
Slowly, without coming to your notice.
Love ends incidiously when
One day you wake up
And find that your favourite kurti
no longer fits you

And you are helpless.

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Hope looks like...

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When the yellow
moon descended in
the turbulent town

A man with one
ear stared out
his open window

and looked at
the couples dancing
On the streets,

As the swirling wind
Played with their hats
And skirts, and

Old cypress erased
The borders between
The sky and the earth

As the haunting yellow
Filled the visuals
Of a non existing town.

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The fool and the wise

The fool brushed his teeth today
The fool went for school today
The fool sat on the first bench
The fool topped his test of french

While the wise woke up late
The wise didn't finish his plate
The wise wrote east instead of west
The wise failed his school test.

Now rise, children, rise!
Who you want to be?
A fool or a wise?

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I would keep on staring at you
At some indie bookstore
Till the seller shoos me away.
I would trace your spine
With my fingers, get lost
In your fragrance, and won't
stop reading you
Even if you are a pre loved book.

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