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Diaspora of Her Soul

Amidst the binge of the champagne, and the glitter on the faces, she heard the 
distant lullaby. Glistening repertoire of appreciation elated her, but her soul had been 
far forlorn. She smiled her way through the ballroom, shaking hands, wishing 
prosperity and hugging the nonchalant children, who didn't even remember her... 
their innocent, curious eyes, complacent enough to defy contact.. but still she bore 
them momentary warmth.. and quietly soon enough, they gleamed with fondness 
towards her. That made her happy. She danced through her guests graciously, 
illuminating even the minuscle flicker of the dynamism that inflamed her celebration of 
triumph. It was her day of glory, but somewhere, the gaping hole within her had 
grown deeper. 

She couldn't bear the tinge of strangers crawling beneath her destiny.Like cobwebs 
spun all around her, she gasped for someone to call her own. The outlanders raided 
her memories in the making. Her soul became an illicit labyrinth that had been 
expanding like a monster. She couldn't find her people! Her People. Everywhere she 
looked, her vision proliferated from Void. How could she hide from darkness itself? 
She cried, but...

A sudden loud burst of laughter from a nearing clan hurled her back to reality. The 
strange realization that she had been ruminating through her desires, made her 
smile naively. She knew she couldn't be happy. The lust for satisfaction glided life into 
her. She resumed her counterfeited solace. To tunes so subtly high and alone, she 
began dancing again. 

Only till the guests had left, she looked at the empty glasses and collected her tears. 
She saw her reflection...The splendour of the ballroom in the background, the beige 
on her body and the silence....she felt alive, only, to die again.




~~Won 2nd prize for the Dark Prose Poetry Contest~~

~~~~Thank You all, so very much ~~~~

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Golden Mountains

Glorifying thrills of curious weeds
Wandering children with careless deeds
Broken leaves embracing the sun
Goblin heads for the better sure
On boundless grounds, allure
Vapours from the void so numb.


Release from heaven,the Godly tears
Silently succumb to the human fears 
Thirsty flock of birds galore 
Accosted branches reach out for help
The heartless Mother had never felt
The thrust of Wintry furor.


Rails of stillness,thunder past
Childlike happiness racing fast
Against the skyline,blue
The blazing lime,ever so greedy
Lazy cows and cranes dreamy
Raindrops and melancholy flew


Misty mornings of cobweb twists
Freezing feelings of stuffy fists
Prancing on a rainbow, over hot coffee
Golden veils spun from the fire
Over distant highness of desire
A magic, a mystery, it seems to be..


The times of love and the times just
Dozen reveries of scrumptious lust
Abduct the heart to the same
Humble nature with happy dreams
When nightmare comes, it screams
Even the mountains vehemently maim


The labyrinth of a decedent mind
Indulge in masquerade like a rind,
From the sublime beauty of a picturesque felony
In rivers, flows the ardent smiles
Between mountains, are hidden rhymes
Of craved love, left behind,peace and harmony.

 Entry Landscape and Towns ...Thank you

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When You Know You Will Die Alone

When you know you will die alone

The dust will be your last standing friends,

Your ashes will be the memories which you kept so safely

And time will be your priest, 

Not standing by your side and giving a heartfelt speech

But digging your grave, shoving your corpse and walk past by

Because of the sheer loneliness of it.



When you know you will die alone,

The sky will be blue, 

Still.

You will remember the walls that nourished your soul

Christy Brown's left foot,

James' imagination where you could find your dreams 

An odd Sarah strewn here and there

And of course, Ripley who could always love a cat forever. 



When will you know you will die alone?

When?  'I will not answer' said the Universe. 

This is something which I know, 

This is something we all know,

And the plants, the grass, the worn out table lamp,

Even the white paper staring at me,

Sang in a wisely, agreeable chorus.



With every word oozing out from a heart beat,

I am carving my tombstone,

With every thought exhaled with smoke,

I am ornamenting my casket,

With every fake smile,

I am inviting people to my funeral,

But...



I know I will die alone,

I will depart quietly from the stories,

Like an unsung hero,

Or a delusional villain,

Laughing the last laugh,

Later joining the priest for a funeral dinner.

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Silly Little Girl

Gliding through the ocean of lost memories,
And hours that had ceased to break free,
I looked at the horizon,
And wondered:
That must be the Edge of all Reasoning.
The divinity of Life
And the End of eternal Ignorance.



A voice:
Not from beneath the lurking clouds,
Or the translucent waves,
Or the mystic horizon,
Chanted the buried fable:
A known clatter,
A remembrance,
"Silly, little girl..."
It began.


Finding serenity in the arms of a man.
My man.
The waves had drifted me to his sunshine smiles,
The clouds had evolved from his armoured garlands,
The rain from his wanting
Had sculpted my impatient hair,
The breeze in the blink of his eyes
Like soft caress, of a wandering feather
Became the air that i breathe in loneliness,
The satin on my body, was weaved from his kisses,
And I,
Was his silly little girl..


The hunt of truth had finally ceased,
As the trails had halted in his open embrace,
The warmth of his novelty
Illuminated the mystic horizon,
My quest for answers had been imbibed,
Into the darkness 
That seldom deceives the night,
And hence when he is not near me,
I am at a standstill,
Like the cold water that kisses my feet...
And the horizon grins in victory.

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Dear Snow

Dear Snow
I know that you are cold 
But I also know that you are happy
I know that your flakes
Are your different moods
I know that your fall
Is your way of being
You remind me of me.

Dear Snow
Do not fuse the lights on the trees
Because they are for beauty
They are to guide the people 
On dark December nights 
When they feel lonely and astray 
The man who was cycling at midnight
I wished I could shout
'Let go!... Let go my friend!
For the handles restrict you!
Find the alleys that lead you to the mountain top!
Find the trees that guide you to the stars!
For they are alit with the roadmap to the northern star!'
Alas! I didn't...

Dear Snow
Don't fog my glasses
But you can fog my brain with your touch 
Your gentle kisses on my forehead 
And do melt on my tongue 
Because you taste of liberty!
Joyous carols are clichés 
It is snow on a moonlit night 
And stars on trees
That make this festival
A celebration of life!
Happy ... happy Snow!
Happy new days...

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The Lost Song of the Dawn

Rustic saint had wept
Only loved the lonely bird,
Who flew to Heaven

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Birth of a Star

Everyday the bird ventured in the stormy night,
Swishing past demonic trees in rhythm,
Raced the leaves, riding the  vile wind,
And returned to the cave, to Silence.

One day the sun fell down,
Navy mumbled through bald clouds,
She flew across the intricacy,
Woven with emotions on the grainy enormity...
The green and grey diaspora,
Like an anachronism in melody,
Lured her to the distant skyline,
Where she hit a wall of nothingness...
Her right wing was pierced into a lazy winter branch,
When she looked above to see stars...

"The storm never told stories of these", she thought,
Amazed in the dazzling mystery,
She forgot that Silence was waiting for her...

When the Goddess of Darkness, 
Stretched herself across the world,
A warrior was born.
Plucked one of Her eyelashes resting in horizon,
And struck Her...
Twinkling patches appeared like a magnum of curiosity,
She found her Heaven...

Violet streaks broke her reverie.
She lifted her broken wing, 
And laid there,
For she had found Silence like never before,
And Serenity too...

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My Ocean

Everybody everywhere is swimming in my ocean,
Some are swimming on the surface,
Some are discovering my depths,
Some are drowning.

It is not my idea to care,
To stop my sharks from snare,
Let my sting rays go wild,
When someone loses his mind,
Ask the squid to lie down,
When he is foraying alone with a frown,
Call the pitcher to behave herself,
Not to poison the ones who delve,
Too much into my mystery,
Later making it history,
Drown! Devil, Drown Fast!
You don’t deserve to last,
In my boundless ocean, pure
But I will allure,
So foolish swimmers beware…
It is not my idea to care.

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Fair Weather Friend

Fair weather friend,
Thou art a beguiling trench
So deep your carvings burrow
That the gorge, like a ghost's cravenly respite,
Stares at my face every morn and night,
And I, a childless brazen woman,
Wander along the narrow path of servility
Of fear and pain,
And the nuances of passion
Has desiccated my body
To a state of apathy
That is forever succumbing 
To what is known as the murderer of happiness.



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The Rusted Treasure Chest

The wind is all I've got now
Careless glimpses without heed
Burrow deep into the crowds
Like staggering footsteps
On the lonely coasts,
That had never been treaded on before..
Waves like strangers 
Wash them away,
And so I wonder, why? where?

The safest place for my soul,
By the furious ocean,
Horizon sings to me:
'The Song of Ecstasy!'
Peeping, glittering from beyond;
I sit on the rocks,
That are stronger than the single mother
Who had lost her child
One rainy night:
They have been caressed
By the first drops of rain
That ever fell on Mother Earth
And as Time raped Her,
The waves of Her tears
Battered their silence to patience.

A squash of the coldness
At my barefeet
Dwindling like a dead serpent
Deceived from poison,
Serves an unusual joy..
Blood and life have been drained
And all Im left with is
A wrap of flesh, over a skeleton
Turning to dust.
A treasure-chest nursing my secrets
Mauled from the core of my happiness;
Rusts under the sun.

The encounter with the wind,
Like an oscillating rush
Completes my hollowness.
As I weep silently
The ocean wants my tears;
She promises to grow up with it,
I smile.


The day had come to an end
And so have I,
I rise above the horizon
Along the sun setting into it,
The gleaming rays burn my peels off
Bare and hurt
I choose to fall,
Freely into the furious waves
Only to grow up with the ocean
Into nothingness.