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I pressed my shirt

And buckled my shoe,

Tidied my tie

All set to sway.

She smiled at me,

Her lips beaming as she said,

“Stay”

 

I pushed open the door

Held the keys to my car

In glorified fury,

I hastened away.

She held my hand,

Braced my shoulders and said,

“Stay with me”

 

I hushed my departure this time,

As quiet as it might seem.

Just like the moonlight sweeps into morning

And the twilight darkens to night.

But she held me close,

Her eyes entreating,

“Stay close to me”

She said.

 

But now once time

Had played its tricks,

And taken her too far,

I wish I had stayed.

For I stand

In the lonely Christmas lanes,

Staring at her window pane.

 

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“You are nothing much. You are just a piece of my life, like every other people in my life is. You are just a part of it. But you are that piece who can make me laugh and cry at the same time. You are that beacon which sets my spirits on fire and at the same time douses my fury like an elixir. You are that piece with whom I can be cheesy right after being a red hot chilly. You are that piece who can make my tears taste smile. You are that piece who I wish to share my joys with and also run up to you with my sorrows.  And you are that piece whom I can get mad at but love at the same time. In short, you are nothing much…you are much more than what you think you are to me.”

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Remember the evening,

5th of October,

We watched the sun

Set by the waves.

And as the ocean stroke

Against the infinite horizon,

An enigmatic music echoed,

Began my new poetry.

 

Another month later,

By the snowy pines,

We watched the snowflakes

Rosettes and dendrites.

And as the leaves stroke,

Your hand brushed against mine,

I fumbled words

As you smiled.

 

And from winter came spring,

Breathing lives

To the sleepy and snowed,

I heard the music loud and clear,

And of my poem,

Three verses were near.

 

Then last night

I wrote one too,

By your bed side,

Watching you sleep,

As I silently whispered,

My confessions unheard.

 

Now I stand,

With tear drops

Under the rain.

With the clutter ended

My music abrupt.

But did my poetry?

 

And by your grave,

With my confessions unheard,

You still remain

My incomplete poetry.

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Five years and counting…Happy Anniversary “When the Heart Speaks”…

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We pen down letters

Craft words

But how often do we express our emotions?

 

We muse

We dream big

But how often do we think reality?

 

We talk of likeness

Express hatred

But how often do we show love?

 

We take birth

And then we die

But how often do we live our lives?

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The one that can change

For you I am a girl

A woman with no worth.

For you I am a server

The bearer of your wrath.

Since the days of Ramayana and Mahabharata

My dignity has been nothing

But man’s desires and yearning.

O’ man of narrow minds,

Don’t forget that you were born

Born from a lady’s womb.

Dare to elude the pain she had undergone

Her sacrifices for you alone.

 Remember Goddess Durga

The epitome of strength.

And that you pray to Lakshmi

The provider of your wealth.

The little knowledge; not wisdom you have

Is nothing but Saraswati’s grace.

Yet you never saw me

With a respectful eye.

And yet you never thought

About the dreams of my life.

But now I have a voice

A voice to retaliate.

And I stand against injustice.

With my head held high:

‘I am a woman

The symbol of tolerance.

I am a woman

The giver of life.

The embodiment of strength

Fortitude and  placidness.

I am a woman

One of the goddesses’ kind.

The one who can change

I am that power and might.’

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For you I am a girl

A woman with no worth.

For you I am a server

The bearer of your wrath.

Since the day of Ramayana and Mahabharata

My dignity has been nothing

But man’s desire and yearning.

O man of narrow minds,

Don’t forget that you were born

Born from a lady’s womb.

Dare to elude the pain she had undergone

Her sacrifices for you alone.

 Remember Goddess Durga

The epitome of strength.

And that you pray to Lakshmi

The provider of your wealth.

The little knowledge; not wisdom you have

Is nothing but Saraswati’s grace.

Yet you never saw me

With a respectful eye.

And yet you never thought

About the dreams of my life.

But now I have a voice

A voice to retaliate.

And I stand against injustice.

With my head held high:

‘I am a woman

The symbol of tolerance.

I am a woman

The giver of life.

The embodiment of strength

Fortitude and  placidness.

I am a woman

One of the goddesses’ kind.

The one who can change

I am that power and might.’

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