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A Poem on Love

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Out of all the things I am afraid of The one thing that terrifies me the most is the idea of me not writing a poem on love So, how do you write a poem on love? From which dictionary do you find the exact words to express the feeling of being in love? How many lines would be enough to sum up the mystical feeling that runs the humankind? How many synonyms shall I use for love which itself shows up in numerous ways? Shall I only write about the glories & grand gestures of love? Or shall I write about the dark pit where lovers fall into when the love itself slips away? How will I ever write about love when half of the population is either infatuated, lustful or just looking for something casual? How will I ever write about love when the dating apps are swarming in the number? How will I ever find that kind of love on which thousands of poetries are already written? Where will I ever find the perfect love story on which bollywood movies are being made? Will I ever ...
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Truly Yours

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  The days after you were gone I woke up with a void in my chest, I walked with an emptiness in my soul, And the butterflies in my stomach had died a painful death, A shattered puzzle with missing pieces,I guess. The brighter the sun started to shine,the heavier the void became. As if a ball of unknown mass had been kept hidden in the void and it kept pulling me down, I didn’t fight rather I let the invisible tentacles of the unknown mass grow on my skin and blood, while all I can feel was the void enlarging itself and finally enveloping me in its dark embrace.   The months after you were gone I visited your gravestone …. I walked through the streets alone, attempting to trace back our long faded steps on the dust of time The journey was no less tougher than climbing one of those gigantic mountains, I bet. I noticed the tiny creepers and ants who had found home at your place, And I am so jealous of it… When the soft beams of the sun touched your...
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House without Windows

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I live in a house that has no windows. I don't know when the sky changes its colour, Or when the moon changes its shape, Or when the pink petunias bloom and die the cruelest death they tell me that it's winter who crumbles pitiful buds under its freezing cloak then again I think of me who is dying everyday inside this place where seasons do not put their steps on. I could feel neither the warmth of sun in winter nor chilly morning breeze in sweltering summer. But I could hear the big rain drops falling on the ground I could hear the heavy footsteps approaching and receding I could hear the birds chirping outside the wall  And then I know that the sun is finally rising from its slumber The door infront of me is like a paradox Like Pandora's box makes me excited for the beautiful World  and nervous for the way the world would react The house I live in has some obstinate stains, Stains of blood and unbearable pain. Chalk lines on the wall and some words of courage  Mayb...
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Me and The monster

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  I used to ask people, If they’ve seen any monster. To my utter delight, I always got varieties of answers. Some said,It hides under my bed, As the colour of the sky changes from blue to black, It gets stronger and stronger. Some said,it follows me in the darkness, When I switch off the light in my room, It extends its muscular hands to choke me down. Some said, It’s swinging in the huge banyan tree at the backyard of my house, With the arrival of winter evenings, It gets thirstier for fresh scarlett blood. Some even said, It haunts kids,who don’t like to eat vegetables, and skip their lunch. Some said, His eyes are red like burning ember, and nails are sharper than a samurai’s sword But no one told me about the monster I always encounter. Yes,I have seen it. Not just once,but twice maybe thrice ,maybe more, Neither under my bed nor in the darkness that always follows, It’s inside me, roaring, screaming and calm at the same time. I’ve see...
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Limitless yet Blue

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  This is a poem for people, People, like you and me, Who make themselves sticked to radiating screens, Pretending to be busy to avoid the bustling crowd. And also, For those people, like you and me, Who let their guards down under the limitless sky, And make their agony flew away along with the shapeless clouds. For those people, Like you and me, Who call themselves an Astrophile -lover of clear blue skies, And find themselves mending their broken heart,one piece at a time. For people, Unlike me and you, Who no longer believe in stargazing, And have lost a part of themselves along with the last seen shooting star. For people, Unlike me and you, Who think grieving under the blue sky, Won’t make any remarkable   change, And the wound will beat with same painful pace.   So, you see there’s a single strand of string that has kept us connecting, The clear, vast, limitless blue SKY. Some like us are still connected, and some are ta...
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Aftermath of The last leaf

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One fine day,when the sun is about to set, the only leaf left in the tree would fall. It can't be anything otherwise, Cozy autumn will bring its destiny. It will fall as smoothly as it can, as if it is falling in love, without any noise, without any regret. It will swing away with mild evening breeze, and dance with the setting autumn sun. Brown, yellow and crimson, these are the shades it will glow with, with the setting sun in the west. Then,It will embrace the earth, like two long lost lovers embracing each other, The sight might shatter you into pieces, but for them, It will be a promise to rebirth, regrow and togetherness, And a proof, For the life they've lived. So what if the last leaf fell??? Remember, The whole tree is destined to bloom again, It's just the Autumn, And it too shall pass. The setting sun will rise again, Early spring will bring tiny green leaves again, The lost leaves will born again, a mere season can not bring the end. So, why are you still dwelli...
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THE LITTLE THIEF

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  THE LITTLE THIEF   I am 20 and I literally fumble while expressing myself, I might write a whole book about it but some parts will still be missed and at the very moment I will be at the loss of words. But today, I’ve decided that I’ll try my best to express, it’s tough but let’s do it. It was autumn,to be precise 10 th of September,last year, And honestly I’m not a big fan of Fall, Autumn trees seem to shout at me and I always shut my window which helps me in peeping those leafless skeletons.  But this time I had no idea that I’ll be in love with this season for the rest of my life. Little did I know that autumn can be beautiful and hopeful too. And in that afternoon I found some pieces of my heart missing, a new thief had bumped into our life, Th e little thief .I never looked for those fragments, it was in the purest and safest hands.                           ‘ATHARV ’ is his name, he might ...
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