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| Having a sleepless night happened to be a boon for me as I could serve a sole testimony to the wondrous beauty of the pitch-dark sky. Trees enveloped in a black canopy, stand a mute spectator to my emotions. I can feel the leaves whispering to me. The boughs hang down, in order to fondle me with their loving arms. Houses look like ghostly buildings; Which hold tales of endless horror perhaps, and never cease to contain all of life's secret conundrums. The deserted road seems to enjoy moments of calm and repose. The honking cars continue to disturb it's tranquility sometimes. I gaze with awe at these sentinels of night as they instill in me a poetic urge to write this oeuvre today. |
| While loafing about in my padded chair, I often flip through the pages of a book. I love reading and get lost in the vast world of myriad characters and protagonists. I cry with them; I laugh with them. My heart empathizes with their joy and pain. I often forget my own identity and drown in a make-believe world of dreams. I sway in the turbulent sea of emotions, sometimes with happiness; at times with sorrow. I try in vain to grab the fleeting images of my favorite characters; their legacy goes on. 12 lines free verse |
| The only vitality in this moribund life comes from You. I wish I could grovel at your Holy Feet and pour all my sins, For you to wash away with your Umpteen tears of divine compassion. I wish I could lie in your Holy Lap and summon your Holy Grace forever. Like the hibiscus flower which sweeps Your Holy Feet, I want a salvation. I want a liberation from the worldly desires that fetter me incessantly. I am groping for a speck of light, a ray of hope in this pit of abysmal darkness that seem to drown me with it's grisly beck. |
| The phantoms of her past continue To haunt her and wreck her life fully. She tries hard to expel the spooks of her Mind but they mangle her again and again. She cowers in terror of the ghastly images That run across the canvas of her psyche. She often experiences hallucinations, And tries in vain to grab her fleeting thoughts. She fails to live in her present as Her brain is preoccupied by the demons Which like heavy blizzards in winter, Continue to wreak havoc on the turf of her soul. 12 lines Free Verse |
| I wish you had loved me the same way, I live in your hope each passing day. Roses in my garden have withered, Your disguise has made me feel battered. I know that you will never return. In your heart, my love had a sojourn. To think that for you I am unfit, Which I am unable to admit. I do not wish to sink in distress, Agree that, you, I cannot possess. 10 lines Form: Couplet |
| I still cannot wake up from that disaster in my life when I lost my soulmate, my mother forever. It is an ill-starred event that I cannot forgo, rather I love to exhume the last vestiges of her presence in my soul. I feel her love throbbing in my veins, coursing through my whole body today but will feel the same in future. It is not that I am excavating memories of her existence, now considered flimsy; but it is her utmost heady love potion that I am actually drunk by. 16 lines Free verse |
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