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Best Poems Written by Vineeta Tiwari

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My Timeworn Castle

I stood silent, gazing at the dilapidated walls of this beaten up edifice,

Stiff and frozen, I could see the colours were fading, no sheen, no grace,

The green leaves of the older trees, masking the mature walls with deep furrows,

The rain, insignificantly, left behind a blemish, still beauty could not vitate.

The aged worn out castle still sings lullaby for the little girl in me,

The cool wrap of that long lost full moon, stil lulls me to sleep,

The memories of the adolescence, the cheer on the pink face,

I stood silent, bedraggled feet, heart heavy, eyes drooping to weep. 


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The Furrowed Charm

The melancholic pair of his deep brown eyes, depicts the contusion of his heart,

his stained skin and the deep furrows shows, how viciously he was torn apart. .

The bruise on his feet, the scratches on his palms, 

the blood on his sleeves, and his nodding stance,

The moroseness in his stare, the abhorrence for the hues, 

an arduous spin of emotions, he connects to few.

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Sadness- We Often Cross Paths

I wanted to sink my teeth in a loaf of gladdening amicability,

My abhorrence of the woodland solitude was my grave folly ,

I searched the crux of life in the cacophonous chaos of muddled souls ,

The chimerical hideousness of that rusty chair under the parched tree deceived me some more,

It was when I stumbled upon the rock of despair,

Is when that rusty chair under the cruel dark sky lend its hand to repair, 

One might think, in this world of garish identity, what needs to be repaired,

The puzzle dismantled the moment I gazed at the clouds while I sat on that rustic chair.

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Grief

Illusion subdues the waking reality when the soul is weeping and heart crying. 

A man chases a shimmering mirage of inconceivable expectations, only to stumble upon the rock of a grievous reality. 

Sadness is a notorious goon that continues to plunder your intellect.

We yearn for people who no longer exist and desire things, beyond what is meant,

Grief is a powerful force that pushes a man to relinquish his grip on reality.

Moments of despair and ended an era,
and the cold blow of melancholia tricks me into chasing the chimera,


The era is gone, but I still view the storm surge 
My eyes are wet and my heart on the soul is troubled in this big world. 
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I sat under the dark sky and pined for my lost love,

Eyes red with grief, heart sore with memories,

I waited in the lonely downtown, waiting for my lost love."

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Starry Chimera

I sit under the sky, and talk to myself,

I want to be a star too, I tell myself. 
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For I never burned this bright for the dark,

For I never broke down for a new one to embark.
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I watered my own voracity, served my own pride,

I forgot my purpose, as I bathed in my own shine.
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The star never burns to enliven its own being,

The star never shines to foster its own realm.
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If I must burn, then it shall be for love,

If I must shine, then it shall be for love.
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I will seek no greed when I burn to die,

I will seek no yield when it's time to burn bright. 
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For I will be a star, a burning star,

A broken one, from a cluster of stars