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Anjali Arya Poem
Limited moments remaining,
Under a thousand stars,
Work yet to be done for living,
The best I can do as fars.
No one is free here,
Bound by the giant chain,
Some though don't care,
Others born for pain.
There is no equality,
There is no compassion,
In this ruthless city,
You may end in depression.
Accepting your nothingness,
Know you are alone,
In this vast wilderness,
You're meant to be gone.
What's it that worries you?
What makes you afraid?
Aren't you aware too?
You may be soon dead!!
Your anxieties will be burned,
Along with thy bones,
Your fears will get churned,
In loud death's tones.
In that intense moment,
Your insecurities will vanish,
To come alive just once,
Would be your only wish.
You will shout out loud,
"Suffering was self-made!!
How ignorant I was about,
Precious-life so great.
I could have made it better,
In my own way,
Begged the world rather,
Getting hurt every day."
But then there won't be time,
To get into past,
Realize now your prime,
Before comes the pain Last.
Copyright © Anjali Arya | Year Posted 2024
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Dancing on the branches
of lemon orange and whatsoever;
depicting the glory of a grown up tree;
some pale yellow some light green
and some brownish Orange.
contrasting finely with the shiny blue sky;
creating a sweet smelling breeze
out of the soil they gathered from the Earth;
not thinking anything;
twisting and bending on their own;
and exhibiting the same design,
uniquely preserving
each one of them's individuality.
cherishing the tree,
to bear fruits one day;
knowing or without knowing,
after that they will fall apart;
completing their purpose
of rejuvenating millions and billions of life
not even once asking for a thanksgiving.
just spreading the fragrance,
of self purposelessness;
expecting nothing in return,
the green leaf dancing,
seeming to talk with the air;
effortlessly swinging in all directions,
seeming to laugh hilariously;
Rustling with the other leaves
seeming to whisper in the ears
of the moist air,
their humorous moments of fun.
Copyright © Anjali Arya | Year Posted 2022
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an eagle
Flying high
like everyday.
She saw the prey,
She headed towards the sky,
She took a U turn,
She pounced over it,
She held it in the beak,
She flew far away,
.....A life ended....
the eagle was Bold,
She returned to her nest,
It seemed she won!
God saw her ,
She was feeding her eaglets,
It seemed she won!
Copyright © Anjali Arya | Year Posted 2021
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Some playful days,
Some noisy showers;
Some spooky dreams,
Some lovely hours.
Some hurting words,
Some calming blessings;
Some lessons learned,
Some unwilled happenings.
I just have to say,
The life is awesome;
A pretty withered flower,
Can ponder to blossom.
Copyright © Anjali Arya | Year Posted 2021
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The moment she fell backwards,
Bright red blood flowed through her cheeks,
Eyes in dilemmas,
Heart got nervous,
Legs began to vibrate,
Lips were held tightly,
Voice was Shivering
hands became more dynamic.
That second a pure feeling arose,
It looked she had found someone,
With whom she had a strong connection
Her love...
Unknown love...
Copyright © Anjali Arya | Year Posted 2021
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Your damn God,
If it is at all,
Is utmost evil
And at its place,
Injustice is served.
The nature abides
By laws of physics,
True, it does,for sure.
But the idea of justice
Which humans came up with
Is absent in nature.
Thus, this god,
Deserves to be dumped
These moral ideas too,
deserve to be dumped.
Copyright © Anjali Arya | Year Posted 2024
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The unknown cave within,
Built by don't know what
From it emerge tendencies,
Seemingly out of control
Made up mostly by influences,
And the sensitivity of brain.
Fear is one of them
Such a slavery it is,
What am I to do?
How do I break free?
Either repeat the blows,
But there is no end!
A single path nobody shows,
And I am left to comprehend.
-17-02-2025
Copyright © Anjali Arya | Year Posted 2025
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My dear beloved me,
Sorry for being ignorant,
For caring less and less,
hurting you unnecessarily.
Will you forgive me?
For the crime I did?
Will you allow me?
To love you endlessly?
I was very harsh upon you.
I was very hard upon you.
I promise you this day of Spring,
I will take care of you forever,
I am holding you in heart,
And its filled by you only.
Accept my love dear me.
These limited waking hours
Ring a bell in my ears.
You accept my love,
And allow me to love you fully.
Bless me with me.
-13-03-2025
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Who cares?
Noone does.
Why tears?
Victim's buzz.
Why hate?
'cause of this and that.
Its already late!
the waiting death bed.
There is no time,
to be depressed;
losing life the prime,
every second distressed.
Get up, work and dance,
with thy wounds bloody;
girl this is only chance,
to sing this melody.
This cut is fine-gem,
thy bruises are jewels;
embrace and kiss them,
the beauty, see, yells.
Copyright © Anjali Arya | Year Posted 2024
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Lost in the world,
Trying to figure out a way ahead..
I heard, there isn’t any fixed one!
And thoughts want to be engaged in that question.
As if that’s the nature wanting me to do.
I do shut up, however.
And its all full of emptiness.
When I am doing something of heart,
I forget everything and I am left with no questions.
Is that what they call love? I don’t know..
Years and years passed by,
and the answer was utter silence.
Copyright © Anjali Arya | Year Posted 2025
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