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Story of Love

‘By what time will you be back from college?’ Ma asked, nonchalantly. Preetha looked up from her books, her stubborn curls falling on her fair cheeks. She knew the purpose of this question. Her whole body wired up for a retort but she lowered her head instead and chewed…
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#Home

For, I have traveled Far and wide With strangers and friends By my side One thing I have found is this Home is where the heart is Neither the mountains Nor the streams Or the darkness And moonlight None makes me wake warm and bright As the mellow from my own windows…
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#Unspoken

I had kept a jar full of hope and faith For the day When you would stop by And we would begin, where we had left Our late night conversations I kept your favourite cup of tea, brewing And a few books we liked to discuss, bookmarked The evening light, dimmed just the…
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#Beautiful

What makes you beautiful? Is it the colour, clothes that you wear Or the make up That you put? Is it the sweat That makes you glow After a hard day’s work Or is it the smile That hides all pain within Is it the anger That sometimes comes in sudden…
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#Whispers

Hushed voices of sanity And loud roars of anger I always find that The ones who have something good to say Are sometimes scared that their voices would be lost In the melee So they speak in whispers While those voices That can wreak havoc are always loud Sometimes I…
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#Cluttered #Junk Mail

Cluttered workspace And mind Junk mail overflow Do not have Time to slow I try and ring back order But it escapes just like that My heart hanging on Insanity’s border I shout and scream Breeze plays with my hair I have been here too long Trying to control But…
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Que Sera Sera

As darkness descends, Angry and unforgiving I look for shade In the night of gloom Amidst chaos The night flower blooms Under a sky full of stars And keeping ahold of A bag full of dreams I look for a place to pause Been running in the wilderness too long And my…
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#Finding Love

What do those Rustic pages hold for you? I can see, A bookmark peeping through, Handpainted ? Why do you always carry it In that rumpled brown bag of yours? There, I see a tear glistening A storm brews in But ah! that smile How do you do that Even when you are falling…
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#Waiting for Rains

The sun sears through my closed eyes My parched throat Looking for the elixir That gives life I look up in the sky The yellow ball of fire Relentless Unforgiving and seething with anger Looks back I am walking on a barren land The greens have all escaped Is there a…
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#Letters

My fingers tap On vibrant screen aglow And yet the romantic in me Yearns for something written Painstakingly with busy hands That seldom have time to pause I crave for the smell of a folded letter The creases telling many a tale They tell me if you were in a hurry Or…