Beautiful like supple skin,
like blush pink,
like warm honey water,
like lace on dresses,
like sun-kissed hair,
like dew-touched feet,
like bow-shaped lips,
like Bambi brown eyes,
like Jagjit Singh's ghazals,
like perfect grammar —

Beautiful is all of the above,
beyond,
and everything,
my mother is.

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Im Moderation

Do you ever feel like too much listening
Kills you,
Softly?
Like you put your ears on the rail
And the sound of the wheels turning
As they approach you
Mesmerizes you so much
You cannot leave?

(please read caption for the entire poem)

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She is a 90's soul ,captured        
in the 21st century,
In social media accounts,
hashtags and western music.
I have seen her free,
humming lata mangeshkar
Or a classic indian lullaby.

(Read full poem in caption )

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How to write a poem

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It's always EASY to LEARN..
But
Now it's time to UNLEARN...
(Please Read Caption)

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Toxic

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Let me surprise you with the arrows
Of our ancestors.
And smile on the occasion
Of your death.
Smile and creep me out,
Make me think a million things.
Drive me Harley Quinn crazy.
Let me think, that you,
You just wanted to write a poem.

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Sunset is a nice time
to turn on the lights
But how will you turn on the lights
If you don't know if the sun has set?
You assume it's dark inside
because of the blinds
and you assume it'll be bright
whenever you're ready for daylight.
So you lie in the dark behind
the thick blinds until you see
the darkness has grown dense
and you draw the blinds
to a night sky. You missed the sunset
and there is no transition for you.
You turn on the lights
and go about your day
disoriented to hours,
moments, only trying to imagine
how you arrived at this time of the day.

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