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Darshita Joshi Poem
Standing by the window pane
My eyes, they search for you
Amidst the chatter of my mates
I solely wave at you.
Then up you look - your chocolate orbs,
Oh! how they crinkle when you smile
The meek wave you return is enough for making my day bright.
You are but like the gentle sea
An azure land of mystery
To date I cannot fathom why
Your silly talk makes me want to smile.
You're everything that's sweet and warm,
The moon, the breeze and popcorn
And what else shall I compare thee to? The bard took away the words and flew.
Sitting next to you by the window when it rains
Walks, ice-creams and stupid eraser games
They're nothing to me but absolute joy
The crewmates on a ship shouting "ahoy!"
The doodles you draw on your desk I've seen.
How's the tutor you mentioned been? Have you decided where to go for the summer break?
There's a myriad of questions that I wish to ask
But I guess I'll keep them locked, concealed in my heart.
"How can someone be this adorable?" I think to myself
As you make that face with your lips sucked in
And how you're always sleepy and bored of everything
Such little things they'll always stay cute.
This little secret I won't share with the rest.
Keep it safe, studded in my chest.
And of all the people I've ever liked I definitely love you the best!
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I'll make for you a chocolate box
Is it sweets you like?
A box of red with a ribbon white
Yes! Truly a charming delight!
Do you prefer dark or milk?
And how about some caramel?
A little salt will be just fine
A perfect mix of confectionery to eat!
I'd give the box to you on a winter's day
When everyone else slumbers away
It will either be beneath the mystic moon
Or on a warm and fuzzy frosty noon
Then that box of love in your hands you'll hold
And I'll look at you all bright and bold
Your chocolate orbs and vanilla smile
Oh! What a saccharine bliss!
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Little by little
These delicate petals fall
All I can do is whimper.
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Darshita Joshi Poem
The day is done in oblivion
The sun is now tucked in his bed
I sit here on my desk preplexed
And the moon lamp shines over my head
What is it I should write about
I cannot seem to think
A long lost love Or the clouds above
Or my friend's lovely rings?
Asked the moon what I should do
But he doesn't seem to know
And as for the stars,
They seem so far
Busy in their gossip and glow
I thought I'd write of existential things
But you need a mood for that
And I've written enough of the songs of spring, of memories and lilacs.
The clock now seems to tick away
The time goes speeding by
I shall now write another day
And try and try and try!
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Long gone is the winter snow
The grim and gloomy white.
Merry peonies up they rise
Sunbeams wake them in delight.
The calla lilies - which last winter withered
Cannot be gotten back.
Tis only their tint of scented sweet
Which dwadles in spring breeze
Bring in with it the memories
Of times bittersweet.
With new beginnings and past behind
The slumbering swallow wakes.
And lo - away - away it flies
To places far away!
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These yellowed bits are all I have
It's all that remains of the past
In days of yore, who could have thought
They'd be the only ones to persist.
With every piece that's touched and felt
A bygone fragment I revive.
The little hands that wrote on them
wave at me,
On their faces a gentle smile.
With welled up eyes, I look at them
and kindly I do wave.
Then turn away and off I stride
Leaving those bits preserved.
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Cotton falls on my hands
It melts with my warmth
My hand - a pond
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