invading my surroundings in different patterns.
You perceived the depth
of repeated bouts of darkness,
celebrating my essence of breath
until the reappearance of brightness.

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When many sturdy slaves lost the battle,
days and nights halted beneath the skies.

Graves were build in a complex melody
of soldiers nestled in flowerless fields of strife.

A visionary scene of bliss
seen in wet eyes of the soldier's wife.

Yet again, the ultimate chaos of war
became the balance of life.

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Graves were build in a complex melody
of soldiers nestled in flowerless fields of strife.
A visionary scene of bliss
seen in wet eyes of the soldier's wife.
The ultimate chaos of war
became the balance of life.

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आपके विचार शब्दों की अग्नि में यूँ निखरे हैं
तभी तो हर पढ़ने वाले की रूह में उतरे हैं
खुदा खैर बक्शे आप पर
दिल से बस यही दुआ हम करते हैं.

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SHADOWS

When life becomes a wreck,
emotions shed off as dreg,
I take you on a walk
but don't you intent to talk.

Omens are dark, so are you,
best companion, a starlet saviour so far
because omens are evil, its not you,
you followed me down the path I grew.

You showed me who I am,
hide my sins, enhance my glam.
You are not real, just an impression
still my steps shows your succession.

You have always been better than a mirror
because you don't reflect my very pale glitter.
When light ignores me, you leave no scars,
you still move along, make no wars.

You and I will walk together
though you will be quiet forever.
Again my life would compassionately thrive
till my Shadows be Alive.

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"Ordinary" is something
we all run away from
only to become
ordinary again.

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This fantasy-world is just dust of illusion
and the nature lends clouds of confusion
but one move of mine will dissipate the doom
This flower child is about to bloom.

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Back at his desk
in midst of the night
he sat down with a pen
and few papers to write.

Steel-walled pen in his hand
moved like a fighter
Those ink-dipped fingers
moved like a writer
pounding his print
on the old typewriter.

When some entangled stories
were rolling along his thoughts of golden shore
the morning glories
were already twining around the door.

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THE TORTOISE AND THE HARE

A long time ago there was a hare
who bragged about his speed and drove tortoise to despair.
Tired of the hare showing off
the tortoise agreed to compete, marking the kickoff.
One, two, three and the running started;
the excited speedy hare and the slow motion crawls parted.
Leaving tortoise a long way behind
he saw a field of carrots which crossed his mind.
He shouted while he looked back
" I will win anyways so I'll be having some snack."
Taking the last bite, he looked around
but the tortoise was way too far to be found.
He decided to nap relieved by this fact
and underestimating the tortoise, he slept.
"I won the race", is what he dreamt
unaware of the long time spent.
Suddenly he woke up and jumped,
what he really saw got him stumped.
The tortoise was already winning the race,
he thought of nothing else, just rushed with pace.
But before he could even reach the end
the tortoise won and the hare couldn't comprehend.
So the tortoise said " the fastest doesn't always wins"
and left the hare sobbing with all his sins.

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Dear Indore,

They say I never had a chance to leave you, what they don't know is I never wanted to leave you in the first place. I'm still in love with my birthplace.
There are countless memories we made together but do you still remember those times when I explored you, sometimes by myself and sometimes with everyone else. Do you remember how happy I was when I got you as my college place.
You grew along with my growth. From being a small city to four times being awarded the cleanest city in a row, from being an unknown place to being known as "Mini Mumbai"; you have lost less and earned more. The street food capital of M.P. has turned me into a foodie beast.
I can jokingly say unpleasant words about you but can't manage a day without you. I don't have more to say. You are and will be my rockstar anyway.

Yours lovingly inhabitant
Samiksha

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