Why did you leave? - she asked.
Because our love house was on fire
and it was impossible for me to see
that Cradle convert into Coffin - i replied.

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Cradle; a rocking cushion bed for an infant, considered to be the most cherished piece of furniture in a home. It houses the pivotal moments of a baby's commencing months outside the mother's womb. The cribs of a cradle are often rattled by the babies in their hours of hostility. The tiny clawed portions inside the cradle remain hallmarks of memories for the parents. If the cradle had the inherent capacity to hold memories, then, the father's funny clatters, his whispers, his random talks about mommy, his safe pranks and the mother's concerning moans, their unkempt hair, their quiet stares and those ingenious smiles under sleepy sloppy eyes, would make the cradle the most emotional non-living thing out there.

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The day
You slept on my shoulders
I realised that
I carried a cradle for so.

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FLIPKART:
"Your order for a wooden
baby cradle has been
successfully placed."

9 months later

OLX:
"A cradle for sale.
Wooden.
Never used."

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Cradles symbolise
Happiness mostly.
Relevance is what
Changes things.

How do you feel if
When you're lying
In your cradle in a
Dream of yours
While being an adult
In reality

And the cradle
Sways faster
But

Never stops swaying?

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Isn't it strange? Everything seems to be good but you feel like dying out of nowhere.

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Remember the next time
when you fall. Don't cry!
Your hands will be
there to cradle the fall.

( Story in the caption )

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Pride is the cradle in which
all other vices grow.

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I'm a baby who lies in the cradle of your words.
Pulled by the string of your imagination,
this cradle keeps me from falling.

May be someday,
there will be a toy hanging by the cradle,
which will draw me out of it,
towards your imagination,
just to see how you describe me,
just to make me grab another string,
a string of imagination,
where I'll describe you,
where I'll put you with me
And then,

I'll describe us.

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I pecked a kiss on the
uncertainties of life
It unfurled its arms
to hold me tight
And made me swing
in the ups and downs of its cradle.

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