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Who pays the poet to write?Is it the hurt that dwells in the heart?Is it the blank page, who waits eagerly to be filled?Is it the ink which beckons to..
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The letters never cared
They seemed to be comfortable with one another
I observed them closely…very closely
‘A’ seemed to ..
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Have you ever heard the white bird sing?Or does it sing to me only?It sings me stories of the distant past…And of the distant present…an..
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I opened my cupboard
The clothes started dropping…
One by one….
Oh…do you die of breathlessness too?
Is it claustroph..
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Did you see how you laughed in that old photograph?I am sure you remember the moment, don’t you?The insanely stupid incident that prompted that ..
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“There are so
many things to say, so many things to hear, so many different things to learn.
Time, the master of all, decides who should see h..
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The clouds stopped crying and moved asideUnleashing the sun,He blazed on unperturbed by the sudden lossThe moon felt amazed the sun didn’t even ..
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Fading memories, feeble aches
Welcomed relief, new handshakes.
Wandering soul, new butterflies
Rock and roll, forgotten lies.
A deep sigh&..
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In the end did you see the clouds retreat?
Did you see the leaves swell with pride too?
Did you tip-toe out in the open too?
Have you felt th..
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Yes he burnt…
He burnt from all of those years...
He burnt from all of those unprinted pages...
He burnt from all of those words said...
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