Every morning,I have to travel Physically, emotionally, methaphorically. Glance through the bus window , through the looking glass. I look into the strange past, Stranger future; being certainly uncertain. Sometimes a tickle of emotions, On few days, a fickle jubilance. Like a dreamer I dream, of the rocky bank of a river. Running my hand …
[Poetry] A Jar of Courage
I put all my screams of fear, inside a jar of courage; and sealed it for, forever. Now there is a strange silence, a comforting void. I unbridged the two shores of fear and emotion;Â Disconnected. They can't get me now. They can't catch me now. I have escaped the demons of anxiety.
[NaPoWriMo Poetry- 17] “A Land beyond the Blue hills”
There is a land beyond the blue hills, a scenic paradise , an abode of gods. where romance grow, like sweet red strawberry and blossoms of dreams oozing nectar of ecstasy. where runs a river of wine and elixir that seduces your senses with profuse muse. A carnival to fill the eternal creative thirst, land …
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[NaPoWriMo Poetry-2] “What colour is love?”
Can you tell me, what colour are roses? O dear, it's green. green as grass, he replied. Love, does it have a colour too? It is Of a sort, a blank canvas of emotions, Unless painted with trust, he replied. Rainbow, she desired to see, See through trust of his eyes. But she …
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[NaPoWriMo Poetry-1] “Aita (Grandma)”
When I was born, she was there with me. When she died, I wasn't. When I spoke the first time, she was there with me. When she spoke the last time, I wasn't. When I found the strength to walk, she was there with me. When she lost her strength to walk, I …