It's a swirl,
The life, the time,
The lifetime.

From January jitters,
To December dreams
From January jeopardies,
To December disasters.

Or all permutations of them,
And we in between.

Breathing,
And standing still,
Living in the moment,
Because there's nowhere to go

Gasping,
And biting nails,
Watching a spectacle,
Or a mystery
Unfold,
Like a TV show.

And the flux is
We don't know,
We don't know,
How far we have come
And then,
We think we know
How far,
We have to go.

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sundown

if you happen to be among the first few
to know about my sudden sundown

to my friends and family
and muses and ex-lovers -
tell them, no, just hug them tight
crushing their skin and bones,
and say "she tried to make it count"

(poem in caption)

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For distance, as I like to believe, is a state of mind. For longing, as I like to believe, is a tightly held fist, clenching hope and time.

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Roll Number 66425

आज काफी अरसों बाद
एक पुरानी
जीर्ण शीर्ण किताब मिली
जिसमे क्रॉस डॉट डॉट क्रॉस सहित
मेरे बचपन की यादें थी जुडी ।

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As the tides hit the rocky shoreline, conquering the calm sand
Fascinated I, I stand and gaze from the magnificent promenade -
In trance, in love with the ecstatic marine shade!

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To err is human, to correct it is Grammar Nazi.

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Barking dogs seldom write.

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I wrote my personal experience battling depression.

"Strict 5 Don'ts you should follow while talking to a person experiencing Depression."

Read the piece in caption.

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You and I,
Like red and blue,
Passion and warmth
Loyalty and faith,
A melange,
For us to be,
Held high,
You and I.

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~ Kingdom ~

Where the raindrops will love to jump in my dimples and the rainbow will be my tiara,
Where there will be breeze playing with my hair and you will help me put them behind my ear,
Where we would forget the city chaos and sit and gaze at the stellar sky over a hammock,
Where there will be backpacks of unmatched adrenaline and stories of beaches and adventure,
Where there will be satin sonatas, violins, and guitars but your voice will be my favorite symphony,
Where the words would be camouflaging butterflies and the river of violet ink would flow,
Where we would have fancy lights and happy vibes and coffee and books and conversations to grow,
Where I’ll see this poem fetching a smile, right there in your eyes,
I will, I will build a Kingdom there.

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