I remember going with you,
to that bangle factory.
All dark and lifeless.
You'd make bangles with clay,
mould them into such perfect circles.
You never knew what
a circle meant, though.
Yet, you made sure I knew.
If I look back at it now,
You dealt mostly with circles.
Bangles at the factory, zeroes at home,
dark circles from those sleepless nights,
all of them, perfect circles.
So much for losing that one red circle,
between your brows, Sindhoor,
as they call it.
That one circle that counts,
for a woman, as they say it.
But, is it? Is it, really?
You made bangles all day,
but you'd never wear them.
And to top all of it,
you had me, a mess of a child.
You were a single mother.
I was a single child.
You made bangles.
You never broke them.
I made promises.
I'd never have broken them.
But you chose to leave,
to meet my father.
I had promises to keep,
but you chose to sleep.-
He was good at geometry and loved drawing circles especially around her bellybutton....
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We run, walk and chase in circles.
Not one, many. Circles that are
set ablaze with desire.
Our stance see-saws on the
circumferences cause' of
circumstances.
We slip and cling on
to another rim of
so called friend's circle.
For, we lose not one,
but, many centres,
we should have otherwise
fixed our hearts upon;
only to see complete arcs
of the lives we never lived.-
My emotions,
My opinions ,
My words ,
And my poetry ,
Are concentric circles .
The greatest circle being my poetry.
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I would rather fill my pages
with polygons than circles
Just because they have
corners to hide some words-
●Circles●
As old and pure as time itself
the line arcs round into a loop
circles round to meet itself,
it curves into a hoop;
the most perfect form
the most efficient rendering
nature's laws produce
a simple line unending !
raindrops hits water
and circles take form,
those circles collide
and new circles are born,
moons around the planet
planets around the sun,
the universe seems circular
that's how it begun.
physics has explained it
with formulas and scribbles,
mathematicians prefer to use
hieroglyphic symbols,
mystics have described it
as an unexplained riddle,
the end is the beginning
and the rest is in the middle.
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I was tired of spinning round in cirlcles
Didn't know
I was spinning round in two circles connected together
Called infinity
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We can never run away from our problems as
We are always running in a circle,
A circle of pain, sorrow, happiness,
A circle of life..-
1550.
*****
Gossips that hurries
around in circles,
never ends in a hurry...-
//Freedom//
I'm pressed upon
At rising levels....
At vocals,at thoughts
At breaths and now at beats.
Little had I known;
That consent meant lack of choice,
An achy uterus and silent cries.
And numerous nightmares
With open eyes!
(Full poem in Caption)
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