Category: poetry
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Dream
Often she let him hold her palm, Sometimes, her mind. On days when he was alone, she would allow him To touch her toes with his eyes, closed. And when he did so, her cheeks glowed so bright That he forgot it was still the same night When he had first smelt her hair With…
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Hunger
Have you ever looked away From the self and beyond the Broadway At the mellowing ghetto of Harlem? Absorbing the debauchery of existence You walk along the fumes of persistence With an eluding mask and a famished soul. The cool breeze from the mountains And the buoyancy of water crystal clear I have felt in…
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ऊर्ण (Wool)
सो सूनी सी आँखें गयी हैं, इंतज़ार की कड़ी को तकते | याद मुझे वो आज भी पल है, सोई गर्म तेरी सांसें जब थीं | ठण्ड प्रकोप प्रलय विघ्न निशाचर बैठा था अपने फन फैलाये, काले अम्बर के नीचे निर्मित नील कपास की निर्मम कुटिया बसी थी जिसमे कुटुंब क्रिथव की, और बसे थे…
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Being Inquisitive
See and see moreof what you areto be the one who made it allto be the one who had it all To be or not to be isthe question I askto the one to seethe one to hear andthe one who claimto be the only seer the child with sunken eyesthe pavement with the lightsthe…
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Free to Live
I despise the rules of the game. The game that faces play with each other. The game that a mortal wins and loses to another mortal. I reject the order of the world. Universe. The order that kills the unordered. The order that beautifies beauty and abandons the ugly. I ignore the grammar of the…
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An Idiot in the Classroom
The sententious sermon slips through my soul like a snake in a stream, Unaware if it’s dead or alive. I reject to receive the rhetorical knowledge, Like a yak in the mountains, only thinner.
Shishir Chaudhary 