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Aarohi Saxena Poem
Dawn develops with snowflakes
It also commences with sunny glow
The peak stands with green bushes with some small fleece like folks.
Fleece folks with Liliputs owners grazing with passion.
There is an enormous terrain at the foothills of peak filled with some matchbox like houses.
The lake isn't usual as it is red under a blue sky.
The tulips and roses recite a story of their red colour.
The valley itself is a saga of wonder, beauty and dark reality.
Reality that camouflages behind the greeny bushes.
But tulips and roses are there to recite.
Dedicated to "Kashmir Valley" ( India).
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The most easy to say
and hardest to feel
word sorry.
Sometimes we need to gather
the grit to profess it
in words.
Sometimes sorry satisfies
our soul's sorrow.
Othertimes it intensifies
our ire.
Do we need to fix a range of sorry?
Though a real feeling is always relieving.
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Success is said to be a milestone
But is it a platform or
a journey?
They define it as destination determined by destiny
but a real thou savvy its importance
For others, success is surmised
by thy position
But you know how often thou
break down
You know what you pay off....
Success is not a destination
but a journey which never ends....
Time to believe in yourself
Time to redefine success
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What others think of it
It doesn't care at all.
It's not the absence of thoughts
but the presence of mind
It's not the carefree attitude
Regardless, the caring nature
It is not the unconsciousness
but the consciousness
in the inner conscience
It doesn't deal with a materialistic world,
but accentuates the need for
conscience belief
It's not the bafflement of thoughts,
But the concentration on a single notion
It is not about closing off eyes for meditation
But being awakened even when you are low
It's not being unaware of your criticism
But handling critics with a smile
It's just an emotion
that is unintentionally dignified
Because it is true that
Within the chaos, peace is found!!
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Everybody ought to be perfect
But "for whom" is a dilemma.
Everybody wants to impress
But "whom" is a dilemma.
Everybody escapes from reality
But "why" is a dilemma.
Everybody wants to gather fake happiness
But "why" is a dilemma.
Not to be the part of such a world is the crime now.
But "How" is a dilemma.
Everybody judges the very next person
But "why" is a dilemma.
I choose not to answer such questions and have a deaf ear
But now facing the real problems.
But "why" is my dilemma.
I found answers the fakeness in this world motivates for all the crimes.
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Somewhere alone in the snowy, foggy morning I went on
I went on in search of a sunny start
I went on in search of a blessing shower
I went on in search of a zealing blossom
I went on to escape from leaves less trees
I went on to escape from gusty winds.
I found a group of merry young children structuring Snow man
Shaping a fine master piece from my escaping elements.
Why need escape?
Enjoy the blissful winter.
Enjoy your hardtime.
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There was a love as everyone's story has
But it has gone all at once.
We met casually, understanding was our plus point,
But deficiency of it creates a havoc in our life.
Now, the life is not ours
It's mine and his now.....
We separated on a stormy day with no sunshine of hope......
I always wonder of that stormy day with a storm in my heart
The bridge of love is broken in the storm.
I always remorse of my acts
But it's all gone now.
I am alone here and he is alone there too.....
I always wonder how to repair bridge
But it seems a dream now!
All I want to say is 'SORRY' !!
Though the bridge can't be repaired....
But we could reconstruct a new one on the same path with a new beginning.
The storm seems to be away now as Sun shines again!!!
Inspired from a Song- 'Once There was a Love' poetry contest
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I might be different but not wrong
I know I plop emotions over other things
I know I wander in my thoughts.
Introspection is my favorite domain but this world gives no primacy
That's why I might be different but not wrong.
I know I overthink but it's all my teenage's fault
I know it is hard to understand me, but I am not a mystery.
I know I go sly to moments intricately to define and redefine my opinion
I know I seem an alien to this world, but I am not.
I know I either look up or down
'Coz what pleased me are the sky and the ground.
That's why I might be different but not wrong.
I know I hurt people but I remorse with my full potential
But what I forget is my existence.
I know I behave like a kid but believe I am the one.
I know I seem a bit introverted but I am just choosy
I know to find flowers, and plants are very common but giving an uncommon smile is me
That's why I might be different but not wrong.
I know I look calm but inner of me is an unexplorable sea.
I know I act strangely at the moment.
I know good deeds have no place in this world now.
Nevertheless, what I could do if I were their only advocate?
That's why I am different but I am not wrong.
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War gives no gain but just pain.
War goddess is equitable be it with a soldier or civi'an.
Men with same limbs fighting with others of same sapien.
What they get is no rain
War gives no gain but just pain.
Devastating lives of others is really no gain but just pain.
War commences with anger, hatred and desire but ends just with pain.
The golden pot is emptied for no gain.
War gives no gain but just pain.
War will surely end with nothing left.
No men claiming for lan'
but hundreds weeping for men.
It will end with no govt or country superior than other.
But everyone will be the same offender.
War will end with hundreds of deformed damaged houses.
War will end with hundreds of weeping orphan children.
But will it really end?
War gives no gain but just pain.
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When I think of it
I actually long for it
But am I the only one longing for it?
No!!
Because for what I long is the world's most desiring thing: Freedom
It's the one for what the battles were fought.
It's the one for what the revolutionaries were born.
But its implications are changed now,
And you know it somehow
Now we have the rights and all
But there's always a bafflement in the inner of me.
Haven't we taken 'Freedom' for granted?
And aren't we forgetting our duties?
Or do we still need some more of it to be the best of all?
These are conflicting convictions but these are mine.
Oh! I too have that 'right to freedom' perception.
Everyone is free to express
in the world to impress
But remember your freedom should ne'er be the chain on anyone!
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