Love and Hate

Vacillating between life's ups and downs,
Volcanic emotions of love and hate,
As if on a rollercoaster date.
We sip on the choicest blend
Of liquid lust and dark bitterness,
The delirious heady cocktail,
The ambrosia of everlasting romance,
To experience life's profuse nuance.
Together we walk along.
©Ratna Guha

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You are alive as long as you strive.

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Poetry

Thoughts stream in willy-nilly,
Unrelated fragmented pieces,
Waltzing around my mind's panorama,
Touching the heart,
Missing a beat sometimes,
Lacking the elan and grace
Of a seasoned danseuse.

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I am weary of churning the cliched memory,
The taste of which has gone sour
Due to overuse during your prolonged absence,
The oozing love and delicious essence,
Honey dripping over chocolate-emotions,
The layers of sweetened cream
Trying their best to camouflage the staleness;
I throw it away in a moment of madness
Into the trash bin of delirious forgetfulness.
In a desperate attempt to be free again
Of all the accumulated junk,
Making my mind hang;
Uphoric over my rash decision,
Congratulating myself on my success,
Immediately aware of the great loss,
I realise, I have lost everything,
And I have no new memories to make.

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A Feeling

The sullen mood of a monsoon mind,
The greyish hue of a depressed heart,
The tint of the last rays of a dropping sun,
Fast fading off the sculptured dome;
Visions of hope disintegrating into shambles.
The barren view of it lies stretched in the gloam,
Darkness descends with its decadent gloom,
Desperately yearning for the stars and moon to bloom,
Wanting to break the monotonous strain
Of unmittigated melancholic mayhem,
Creating new music of melancholy,
The cadence of a tragic grand finale.
I still have visions of free white clouds,
Sailing across the cerulean sky of a bright Indian Autumn,
That's the only dream, I dream,
That's the only hope, I hope,
That's the only thing, I look forward to.

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Your absence makes me insane.
Not knowing how or where you are--
Lost in a fine monsoon shower --
When you left, waving a bye
I never knew it was the final bye.
I still can't believe,
But as others whisper,
Did you really die?

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College Days
A Romantic Love Story

That day we had a special class,
And my friend compelled me to stay,
Through the college-window's translucent glass,
I could see the sky turning gray.

The drizzle started with pitter-patter,
And then the fury let loose,
Streaked lightnings burst into our chatter,
While we maneuvered a deluged route.

As we went walking in the pouring rain,
Our bag and books got drenched,
Thumping and splashing down the lane,
We were unaware when love got entrenched.

Water dripped from our wet body,
The fire inside us rose,
He wished to have some hot spicy tea,
And together we came close.

The sweet taste of the roadside aroma,
Still lingers in my heart,
Memory rises from my rich tea or dalgona,
Flashbacks of that rainy day wouldn't part.

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Sad Reality

The world has shrunk
Within the four walls
Of our smart device;
The desire to step outside
Is gone,
A laziness is being born
In the cradle of the sofa,
Our hands fondly cuddling
The thing,
Devouring the glitz,
Our eyes glued to it.

An innocent baby far away,
Wants to come through it;
Knocks and then bang bangs!
As if it were a door,
Frustrated at not being able to
Come through to its loved ones,
With whom it wants to play;
The wise adults shout at it
And spoil its already bad day.

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Literature is undergoing
the same fate as that of Nature.

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Every relationship is a revelation.

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