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A FLAME ONCE BURNED

A flame of desire that once flared, burned bright Soft warmth radiated out of those shining starry eyes Fueling the flame as the dreams take flight When ambitions soared, the sky couldn't suffice! Soft warmth radiated out of those shining starry eyes That such blazed with tall hopes of the morrow When ambitions soared, the sky couldn't suffice, Just a few sparse wishes now left to borrow! That such blazed with tall hopes of the morrow Now too grounded to glance at the blue sky.. Just a few sparse wishes now left to borrow, An idle spectator as golden life passes by! Now too grounded to glance at the blue sky, Staring blankly at interwoven lines of destiny An idle spectator as golden life passes by, A void in the absence of pride, grace and dignity! Staring blankly at interwoven lines of destiny, Collecting the urges to re-ignite the last spark.. A void in absence of pride, grace and dignity To re-kindle the fire there, new journey to embark. Collecting the urges to re-ignite that last spark Fueling the flame as the dreams take flight To re-kindle the fire there, new journey to embark A flame of desire that once flared, burned bright... Yesha Shah 30th November 2012


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NOCTURNAL DYSPNEA

My trauma wears the black cloak of night I breathe rapid, heaving sighs of fright Wind is sucked out, my sails gasp in hollow air Bronchi in knots, constriction so tight! Descending darkness with its chill and freeze Lungs pumping storms with a whistling wheeze The drying out reservoir of sustaining oxygen As I struggle to inhale fresh breeze. Spasms haunt my black nights with an alarming persistence Threatening to cut short the chord of existence Draining vigor and vitality, gripping wind pipe in a choke hold Viperous asthma spews venom with vengeance! Panting, doubling over, chest congested with rattling cough Breathless but determined I grope about in darkness, battling Just one puff away from agony, I desperately rummage Magic potion inhaler among medication, mottling! The devil disappears at the first touch of sun ray A little shaky still, yet I waltz through my day Each unobstructed breathe seems like a gift from Heaven Before night fall I shall rid the ghost off my way! 21/09/2012


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A FULL-TIME MOM

Of bottles and bibs, of rockers and cribs
Of daily school lessons and fun-filled vacations
   I am a full-time mom.
Of diapers and nappy pins
Of sweet babblings and tooth-less grins
Of lunch boxes and choco-drink glasses
Of birthday parties and swimming classes,
   I am a full-time mom.
Of goo-goo gurgling , of soothing talks
Of cycling trips, of stroller walks
Of oil massages, of a shampoo bath
Of a spelling dictation, a table of math
   I am a full-time mom.
Of blue rompers, of pink lacy gowns
Of red racing cars, of sparkling princess crowns
Of a toothing gum, of some shaky teeth
Of vaccination schedule, the parent-teacher meet.
   I am a full-time mom.
Of weaning bowls, of sippy bottles
Of musical chimes, of colourful rattles
Of cuddly teddies, of Barbie doll sets
Of tinkler bracelets, of floral hats
   I am a full-time mom.
A six month old and a six year old,
A cherubic baby boy and an angelic girl
Traded my svelte self for a chubby one,
Exchanged my eye-liner for dark circles,
No smart hair-cuts; just a loose tied bun
Yet with the two of them life is filled with fun
So, for now, I am a proud 
   FULL-TIME MOM.


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AUTUMN'S SPLENDOROUS BEAUTY

Splendor of Autumn in its glorious bloom Bestowing us with nature's gifts precious Fragrant orchards with their ripened looms Tempting aroma of the fruits luscious. To the Autumn born, the season appeals As I inhale lungfuls of the festive air Drum beats reverberate, child's gleeful squeals We celebrate Autumn with unique flair! Auburn hues of the flora flourishing Trekking dry hilly trails with impish pride Vibrant beauty of fauna simply ravishing Toddler enjoying his piggy back ride! Armed with dry sticks tiny hands fiddle To catch the colorful flipping butterflies Beneath pattering feet crispy leaves crinkle The sail-boat clouds drifting through blue-glass skies. On a pond blossoming with lilies and lotuses They empty their left-over dewy wet delights Nature basks in sunlight's golden caresses The whole cosmos soaks in wonderful sounds and sights! 17/08/2012


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WISHING ON A SHOOTING STAR

Just wishing on a shooting star Shimmery streak in the night sky Wistful eyes, clasped palms, mouth ajar Countless desires piling up high Mesmerized heart has stopped beating Just wishing on a shooting star Timeless moment, am savoring Fly me away to dreamland far Realms of real life drift afar Stack of suppressed dreams form towers Just wishing on a shooting star Let there be meteor showers! One silver strand for each sweet wish Sprinkling glitter from God's gold jar Soaking in the heavenly bliss Just wishing on a shooting star 10/8/2012


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Testing Times

The whistling winds from deep dark woods, rattle my door each time; They blow rustling the ruffled leaves, narrating sordid epic tales These charcoal black nights introspect my unwavering faith. 30th Dec 2012


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Angel Dust

God then sprinkles His Angel Dust On the precious bundle of joy, A mom's heart sinking, cry, he must His wails bring cheer, the first born boy! Innocence peppered with laughter God then sprinkles His Angel Dust That their smiles last "ever-after" Our twinkles know world's goodness just. Sunshine blossoms, love's silent trust Dreamy hues spin magic rainbow God then sprinkles His Angel Dust On tender sprouts, life's seeds we sow! A dangling soul in thread-bare skin Longing for release from Earth's crust Pardoning the anguished's each sin, God then sprinkles His Angel Dust. Yesha Shah for Gail's Angel Dust 16th Oct 2012


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KHOI BAG

ROMANCE pure bliss first kiss PASSION delight midnight WEDDING carriage marriage WEDDED LIFE awesome twosome BABY happy chappy TODDLER glass tip first sip RIPE AGE blurred sight twilight 28th Jan 2013


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NO MORE EXCUSES

For pot-bellied uncles staring shamelessly For lechers ogling, whistling by the road side For exploiting girls and killing ruthlessly For chauvinistic men forcing female foeticide, Now, no more clumsy lame excuses. For game-seeking loafers and perverts at bus-stands For all powerful molesters who got to get away For masochistic husbands wielding an upper hand For "she asked for it", these words who say, Now, no more clumsy lame excuses. For those who believe, a girl should lower her eyes For those who expect women not to answer back For those who feel show of oppressive strength is nice For those who think its core and courage we lack Now, no more clumsy lame excuses. For now, we press for policies of zero tolerance For now, we shall rise like a phoenix, to carve a niche For now, after much suffering, we ran out of patience For now, we are out to eradicate the cancer of social psyche So, No more clumsy lame excuses. * the roots of the crime against women, rape, are deeply embroiled in the social psyche wherein at every stage the women are considered as lesser beings and perpetrators are always more likely to get away and with this confidence are the atrocities meted out. We need policies of zero tolerance and a multi pronged approach towards the issue.


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Past reflections and New Beginnings

her brimming eyes.. shreds of a happy picture in the icy lake Each gust of the bone chilling wind, blows in fresh despair. Though seemingly brutal has a new lesson albeit a bit harsh, to teach, a new message to deliver. The lonely lady in a dark trench coat with frozen tears in her sea green eyes, casts her eyes on the bare fanged limbs of skeletal trees around. Through all the bleakness she feels a glimmer of hope shine as a silver lining in this cycle of nature. Pondering over the human tendency to scratch up old wounds to keep them afresh and hold those daggers of the aching past, locking and unlocking them in the recesses of heart, to keep renewing the hurt. The flora around has shed the burdens of yester years, eagerly awaiting the blooms of a fresh spring. Clearly, it is the time to let go. To look forward to the bright horizons of the morrow, to cherish the first sprout of life rejuvenated. Let Go. Hope. one last look.. the frigid waters ripple her past reflections Haibun Yesha Shah


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