When I think about my mother tongue,

Thoughts goes in waves of wonders.
Fleshes dips in fanatics of feelings.

Nib writes with races of phrases.
Tongue spells with prides of pleasures.

Eyes whirls like those shapes of swirls.
Heart beats like those strokes of syllables.

Fed by the mother,
inside the leather.
Born with its feather,
my protective sheather.

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Recognize the unspoken
prayer in your poem.
Do you write your poem
or does the poem have any, rights?

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Lick it, Kiss //~

Maybe I am your numb
nerve that aches for
togetherness,
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When you feel you are losing
Don't give up
Summon all your courage
And stand up like a winner.

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Divided by
spaces of time
United by the
womb that bleeds,
Separated from
the prism of light,
Conjoined as
needles of the clock,
Admired by the ancestors,
Embroidered
with love,
Orchestrated
interlude,
Of tulips,
Adored by the
waves of sea
True blood that
whispers,
SIS, timeless tale
of twin flames.

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शरीर ही तो झुलसा है...
रूह में जान अब भी बाकी है..
हिम्मत से लड़ूंगी ज़िन्दगी की लड़ाई
आत्मसम्मान मेरा अब भी बाकी है...

मिटाई है लाली होठों की मेरी
पर होठों की मुस्कान अब भी बाकी है
काली हूँ मैं,मैं दुर्गा भी हूँ
हौसलों में उड़ान अब भी बाकी है...

बदसूरत बनाया मुझको तो तूने
बदसीरत है तू ये बात भी साँची है
जलेगा सवालों से पल पल तू मेरे
हर सवाल में तेज़ाब अब भी बाकी है

"इंदु रिंकी वर्मा"©

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When in a situation perplex.
Problem not ready to flex.
Be at your wit's end .

But, Don't make it a trend.
Life doesn't give success to every plan.
Forget that once you thought that " you can"

Opportunities are still grand.
There are plenty of fish in the sea , look at them.
Try something new, may be that's something "you can".....

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Extracting few seconds of Halcyon
from the past,
gives you a solacing shake.
But,
Making every second a Halcyon
in the present,
will be a forever reminiscing records.

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If your
touch could sense
my numbness
I would have
worshipped you
as a new follower of Zeus,
For you belong to
the shattered images
of the wretched earth. I could
fathom one venom
of your blood
not the entire aura of repugnance.
If you loathe the
ink on my soul
how could you view me as a master of disguises?
My heart yearned
for an embrace not the obscene lies you fed my body.

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Our
solitude
sings the lullabies
of sheer
obscenities
and vulgar romances.
You
are the
fierce tigress
to a lonesome
wolf howling
at the wall of shame.
You complete
my hunger for the
filthy truth and naked prejudices.

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