Rhythmic and meaningful as
the droplets knocked the window pane,
The Nostalgia of hidden piece of poem
Comforted as the breath
got calmer and calmer…

A lost soul foraging its aplomb,
As the ink moved over the parch,
Ahh!!
The Aura of the breeze so serene;

No noise in ears,
As its fragility rests on the creases of palm,
Where she always cherished it
Weaving the pearls into
Crystals of peaceful beats of heart.

Pouring down from the heart of clouds
It has halted too long.

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Trip to poetry

Holding the dark ink,
Beneath the colossal of moon,
Unpacking the aroma of emotions,
Scanning the almirahs of memories,
Pick and choose the moment!
Ahh!
Not the dramatic ones,
Simple, personal yet memorable!!

Traversing all the way from
Me to myself,
Ahh!
A home rests not afar yet
In the aplomb of poems.

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Grey skies are picturesque from far,
Until you go near and realize
It isnt just any overcast
Which shall pour and leave.

By the time you realise it’s a freaking
Hurricane, perhaps you are almost uprooted.

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In the end we all are Just Stories,
Few Lost like 'Alice In Wonderland'
Few fairytales like 'Cinderalla'
In search of her prince Charming.
Few Sagas that we love to read.
Few Embodied with perfection like
Plays of 'William Shakespeare'.

Few Close to heart like 'Malgudi Days'
Few Sung Sonnets, Few Unsung Ballads.
Few Written, Few Read.
Few Unwritten, Few Unread.
Few happy Endings, Few leaving in Tears.
Few famous, Few Elaborative, Few Lucid.
Few Remembered for Ages, Few Forgotten.
Yes We all are Stories,
And on that shelf of Library
we all have our Unique Existence.

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I am a girl

A born miracle
for in silence do i endure
for quietly i shall suffer
for patiently shall I hope.

Mindset of queen
Heart of warrior,
Surviving within the soul
I do carry lightning and
Thunder like a roar.

The Goddess of compassion,
The embodiment of creative transformation.

I am girl and yeah A born miracle!!

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Rhythmic and meaningful as
the droplets knocked the window pane,
The Nostalgia of hidden piece of poem
Comforted as the breath got calmer and calmer…

A lost soul foraging its aplomb,
As the ink moved over the parch,
Ahh!!
The Aura of the breeze so serene;

No noise in ears,
As its fragility rests on the creases of palm,
Where she always cherished it
Weaving the pearls into
Crystals of peaceful beats of heart.

Pouring down from the heart of clouds
It has halted too long.

-

Rhythmic and meaningful as
the droplets knocked the window pane,
The Nostalgia of hidden piece of poem
Comforted as the breath got calmer and calmer…

A lost soul foraging its aplomb,
As the ink moved over the parch,
Ahh!!
The Aura of the breeze so serene;

No noise in ears,
As its fragility rests on the creases of palm,
Where she always cherished it
Weaving the pearls into
Crystals of peaceful beats of heart.

Pouring down from the heart of clouds
It has halted too long.

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At times, falling out of place
Could splatter the Canvas
and come out as a masterpiece!!

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Forever is just a momentary phase
In an infinite dimension.

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Thou art star-breathing illumine,
Immeasurable, so immense
and yet so imminent,
Intimately right here,
Imbued in my
Infinitesimal intellect being.

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