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The Swing

The Swing

Under this canopy of green,
The arms of this swing gleam,
Rocking gently to and fro,
As the magic courses through,
This swing of life,
Rocking through pain and strife,
Like others has to too,
Come to a halt though,
It swings high and low,
As the winds of happiness blow,
But beware of the sad blizzard,
Which tries to stop you, rough and hard,
But don’t give way to despair,
On this evening bright and fair,
Though the night will soon take over,
And the swing will move slower,
Remember that a new day will arise,
With another  picturesque sunrise,
And with vigour  fresh and new,
Again shall arise a new you.

03/27/2020
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On Ashen Sands and Violet Skies

On Ashen Sands And Violet Skies

Hues of ashen sands meet violet skies,
An azure horizon in their midst lies,
Bound in natures quiet spell,
Drinking in the divine beauty as well,
Transfixed I sit by my window sill,
Captured in the web of quiet thrill,
As I serenely sit by,
Venus dips lower in the sky,
As the hues subside I see it glow,
It’s Orion both of us know,
Then in the tranquil sky I sense a stir,
As I spot a new glimmer in her,
As it becomes clearer to the eyes,
I wonder if it’s a drone sent by spies,
It shines its unique light on me,
Trying to say something I see,
As it now rises and grows dimmer,
I hear mother call for dinner,
It’s mystery still lies in my heart,
As I try to express it in my art....

04/02/2020
I will never forget.....

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Dreams of Memories

Maybe life could be empty and yet filled with a void,
Maybe it could be full and yet of life devoid,
Maybe I could be happy yet a feelingless mess,
Maybe the no of the past was just a hidden yes,
Maybe dreams were memories that never happened,
Maybe life's just a drawing that was misshapened,
Maybe the trees dance alone and not with the breeze,
Maybe the wind is their music of noteless melodies,
Maybe the dusk was painted with a ruby's blood,
Maybe rubies were frozen teardrops of a rosebud,
Maybe our eyes were made to reflect the stars,
Maybe the twilight was born to heal our scars,
Maybe it's for the worst, maybe for the best,
Maybe it's just coincidence and not a test,
Maye the clouds move on to forget the pain,
Of being beckoned then scorned time and again,
Maybe you don't need me, maybe you do,
Maybe I was a wish granted just for you.

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Summer Laziness

There’s nought on the rocky terrain,
These big words are too much for my brain,
After hindi. science and math,
And thee, thou, hast and hath,
So I’ll go take a nap again.

06.04.2030
Summer Laziness

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Onomatopoeia

The time of the clock,
The ships are in the dock,
The whistle of the wind,
Through the haughty tamarind,
Now I can’t think ‘cause it’s summer, don’t mock.

06/09/2020

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Dear Mudlark

As I slowly write this song,
I feel I am where I belong,
In the serenity of my heart,
I find the treasure of my art,
Most go looking for gold and jewels,
What are they but ignorant fools,
To search for true treasures I assure,
Either you dive down in legend or lore,
Or write something new and true,
For you can find true peace then too,
As I tame a swirling storm,
Afraid I’d break a serious norm,
I pour my heart out on paper,
As all sadness and pain turn to vapour,
I find what I look for in this world,
To know it slept in my heart all curled,
I find peace and joy and love and calm,
As they lay sleepily in my palm,
All my feelings I pour out,
About me and my heart about,
I have now told you all,
Every detail big and small.

04/06/2020

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Song of the Nightbird

Deep in the hollow the night at its height,
Song of the nightbird echoing in the quiet,
Stillness as that of the past in our hearts,
As once again the nightbird starts,
Call of the wild in the deep groove,
The nightbird on a constant move,
All across the forest drizzling raindrops,
Shining sapphires, the lovely dew drops,
Reflection in silence in nature’s abode,
Away from the bustle of the angry road,
Tenderly gripping, the greeness of the new,
To the beginnings of those touching the blue,
Magic of the moonlight so mesmerising,
A flurry of emotions slowly arising,
Whispering quietly the flow of the brooks,
Melodies bursting from hidden nooks,
Songs of silence filling the quiet,
Deep in the hollow the night at its height......

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Rumpelstiltskin

RUMPELSTILTSKIN 

Rumpelstiltskin , Rumpelstiltskin,
From hay to gold he could spin,
A room full of it,
Sitting in the heat,
He could spin all day and night,
After saving the Queen,
Over her child he would fight.
“Guess my name and you would be free,
To guess my name, I give you chances three,”
So the queen kept guessing,”Tom? Timber?Timothy?” ,
For two days out of three,
But to all her answers he said no
And went home singing,”I’m Rumpelstiltskin, Ho!”
But the Queen had sent by a very good spy,
To get his name, who made one earth and sky,
The next day when he came,
The Queen started guessing his name,
“Tim,Robert,Smith or Tuessing?
“No,” said the man who could gold spin,
Then the Queen  slyly asked,” Is it Rumpelstiltskin?”
He was son angry that his foot he stamped,
And turned into a shelf of books all crammed!

03.07.2020
Rashi Soni
Your Favourite Legend Poetry Contest

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Black Rose

A black rose once bloomed,
In a garden doomed,
To hear jeering laughter,
Slave of the white master,
Cry, for rose bushes have thorns,
Laugh, for there are roses on bushes of thorns,
White’s grown common, see the unique,
Make them belong that’s the trick,
Often abused, hurt and exploited,
Harshly spoken to, tactlessly treated,
These buds are not allowed to gloom,
Dipped often by birth in gloom,
Discriminated for race and colours,
Plucked before age these tender flowers,
Hear their thoughts now....

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As I strolled through the woods,
I heard a sign and then my name,
Called ever so softly and then the sign again,
It came from high above the treetops hoods,
A bird, a ghost or a ghoul,
Thoughts of beings good and foul,
But what a relief at the end of this stupid belief,
All it was, was my inner voice,
Moaning, tired of pretence elegance and poise,
It wanted the freedom of a free soul,
To run free and wild,
Burning hot as coal,
Yet innocent as a child,
It wanted to say what it had suppressed,
Mute and meek,
It has been pressed,
Finally deciding to freedom seek,
I gave it its desired freedom,
For I myself was battling for my kingdom,
From pretending for this world,
Hiding myself like a nested bird,
But I am now free,
You can’t tame me,
Until I wish to be.

06/09/2020
I Can’t Breathe Poetry contest

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Sunset On My Soul

As my sunset soul dips into the ocean,
The moon rises with an eerie glow,
The darkness has a scary notion
Of its own.

As white hues turn to violet,
Then scarlet and to orange,
As cool wind starts to blow,
Ripen the seeds all sown.

The stars at the tip of my pen,
As she sits and stares at the silhouette,
Mesmerised by nature’s charm,
She thinks of it all.

As she looks at the stars,
In the sky engraved,
She sees those horrible scars,
Put down by us all,
With endangered,
Every being, big or small.

Still in this new found haven,
She sits down smitten,
As she swings on the peg of life,
Rocking gently between joy and strife.
Life flows on ,
Talking all,
Giving back none,
She now has avenged,
Taken her deserved revenge,
Instils it in our heart,
As you try to forget,
She gives it a kickstart,
Giving back tit for tat.

As my soul sets in the sea,
I finally let her be.......

04/12/2020
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