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Silent, Serene Himalayas


Snow clad magnanimous presence align,
Living through eons, kissing the sky,
Sequin necklace adorning the Earth,
A monastery of peace abode.

Vedic scripts and religious chants sound,
Divinity mingled in the air that shroud,
Humble doorway to the world,
Enticing everyone, for a climb above.

Deafened by the fire fight,
Blind to the bloodshed that arrive,
Each side screams, “You are mine”,
Standing amidst ashes pile.

I wonder how the ugly mind,
Not mesmerized by this beauty line?
Expressing no anguish or vengeance,
The silent, serene Himalayas.

Day 19 - Letter S submission


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Roasted Childhood


Riot of emotions inside a home,
The ladle shouts loud,
And briefcase slaps the floor,
Whom to blame? Who is not wrong?
The moments of love dead,
Crying in the grave alone.

A toddler in the cradle,
The older one behind the curtain,
Laden everyday with raped affection,
Bereaved of a lullaby, parental touch,
Negligence gives them its lap to snuggle.

To gulp the annoyance,
Unlock their horns, atone,
Difficult the reality,
If only the jacket of ego could shed off,
To patch up the family that is torn.

TRIVIA
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{ The most affected members of family feuds are the kids and their childhood. }

Day 18 - Letter R submission

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Quietly Yours

Queued, numerous beautiful faces,
Wooing you with aces.
I stand hiding behind my flaws,
Waiting for a glance if I could draw.

My appearance messy, heart clean,

Too many to defeat in between.
If only you could feel my presence,
Longing you under the moon, crescent.

Your vastness and magnificence,

Makes me insignificant,
Expressing to you, my courage wanes,
Not to love, that pains.

A little dare, you could be mine,

To bathe in your affection and shine.
Offering my emotions pure,
Quietly yours.

TRIVIA

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{ This is a love confession of a girl who believes she aint beautiful like the rest of them around. }

Day 17- Letter Q submission forApril A to Z Challenge 2013

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Pen

Pointed mighty sword,
Writer of shapeless thoughts,
On paper,
But imprints the soul,
Dot, blot, calligraphy drawn,
A romantic epistle flows,
Or a war memoir in bold,
A signature, so rare, it carves,
Harbinger of goodness or evil,
With words that fall,
Prize, possession or legacy,
Guardian of many untold heresies.


Day 16 - Letter P submission for April A to Z Challenge 2013

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