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Pradakshina Tripathi Poem
From this world I secretly write,
I secretly write because I am afraid showing my poems to my mother,
I am scared she will not even bother.
I write about the sun,
the moon, the roses, the sunflowers, the Beatles,
And even about the smallest creatures
I write about the reader
Or a spoon feeder, thinking himself as a natural leader,
I write about the lovers, who are waiting for some colours, but still in the end suffers.
I write about the struggles, then doubles and multiples,
The known history and the victory that is still a mistery,
I write about the beauty of the rain,
And about the people in pain, who wanna be happy in vein,
I keep on writing and suddenly I stop,
Cause I can't find a full stop,
I am unable to find the ending and all my stories are pending,
I search and search and search but then I pause,
Yes you have to Before a round of applause,
So I just keep a comma on all my fears,
Wiping all my tears, instead of searching for the endings, I search for a new beginning,
So, I write again, this time much strong,
No more fear of expressing my thought,
I tell my mother where I really belong,
I write down to them who told me wrong,
Hobbies and passion come along,
And this time I write about me,
And all of my immortal poems,
I write and write and then someone knocks my door,
And I am declared to be no more,
But then my poems smile,
And promise me to be alive.
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Pradakshina Tripathi Poem
Dear moon of my poems,
Thank you for not being there,
you are now the moon of my poems.
Though I can't reach you,
I write you everyday.
I know it's been years and years
and now we have grown up.
But still the fragrance of your favourite perfume reminds me of you. I am happy you smell different now!
You are still my favourite anecdote,
I read the same few pages everyday.
I am happy you are busy making new ones, hope you complete you story soon.
You are still my favourite song, guess what?
It is still the same,it will remain the same...
I am glad you don't listen to those songs anymore.
I am still making mistakes,
and I smile after each, learning from them.
I am happy you are becoming perfect nowadays!
Remember our laughs,
I still laugh for no reason at those silly days.
I hope you got good reasons to smile at.
But anyways, hope you are happy and getting everything you wanted,
no sorrows in your life, my wish is granted.
And I am happy with my moon and poems,
may you win, but baby,
I don't want to see you Again.
Thank you for not being there for me anymore,
you are now the moon of my poems.
I don't want to reach you, but I write you everyday!
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Pradakshina Tripathi Poem
So many stories,
Can't explain even one,
Happily ever after endings,
Well, there were none.
All of them began,
When she was a bit young
The too real soul,
And uninterrupted tongue.
"Don't speak too much" said the world,
And that's what she got, the young little girl.
She cried every night,
She wanted things bright,
But she stayed exactly the same way,
The society wanted her to stay,
She smiled to her mother,
Never told things that bother,
But her mother knew it all,
Faced allready the same afterall,
None will want you, to do the best,
Said her mother, "leave the nest".
"Fly and fly and never look back,
On the way, a lot of them attack,
But you don't worry, just don't stop,
You have to reach the top",
A beautiful beginning of another story,
Every story ends, some happy,
And sad most of them,
but that's how you fly,
Without any lie, you win one day,
Just choose the right way.
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Pradakshina Tripathi Poem
I am searching for the ending,
But everytime we pause,
We meet for some time and then we are lost, without any cause.
I am searching for the silence,
Where I could rest my soul,
End all this violence,
And think of the real goal.
I am searching for the mistake,
I didn't even did,
But just for your sake, I'll try and be fake.
I am searching for the questions
That you just answered,
Or maybe those stories,
Behind your laughter.
I am searching for the lies,
You probably had to say,
I am searching for you,
Even in the darkest way,
I am searching for you,
Searching everyday.
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Pradakshina Tripathi Poem
I try hard to forget things,
But all this the night brings,
I assure myself that I am fine,
Well, I must be lying,
And this heart keeps on fighting,
And I can't stop myself writing,
Writing about the escape that I want,
And all of my mistakes that haunt,
I wake myself up somedays,
And try to think in different ways,
But, then somedays I feel,
Can I just leave?
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