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The Enchantress

I know a lady so fair,
And her talents and beyond compare.

In twilights where eerie silences dance and play,
She echoes life with serene melody of those who cross her way.

Her eyes, like stars, shine bright and clear,
Her smile, a ray of sunshine, which banishes fear.

With grace, she moves, like a sultana in her reign,
Her words, a balm, that soothes the soul's pain.

Her art, a masterpiece, leaves all in awe,
Her skill, a wonder, that none could draw.

Her beauty, a gift, that none could bear,
Her voice, a melody, that charms the ear.

I know a lady so fair,
The epitome of grace, divinity, allure and flair.

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Stay a little longer

Let me stay a little longer,
In this utopia that lies yonder.
Where my worrisome mind decides to sleep,
Where my soul finds the tranquility it seeks.

Amongst earthy mist and hypnotic haze,
Where symphony of rain plays.
That’s where my soul is bound to reside,
Where an articulated poem aurora recites.

I walk bare foot,
On the velvety grass.
And then slowly slump,
And watch the moments slowly pass.

Umber eyes closed as tears stain.
And the pitter patter on my face,
 An aid to my malign pain.

As I flare and exhale,
Who knew I slowly heal,
My heart and soul so frail.

Enough with the facades. 
Enough with personas so hoax,
Let this mind be independent,
From all the falsas and coax.

Let me stay a little longer,
Let me be me a little longer.
Leave me alone where
Beneath canopy rain seeps.
Where my lost inner child,
Finds a window to peep.

Let me stay a little longer,
In this imaginative dream that lies yonder.
Where away from troubles, I decide to sleep.
A place which longs for me,
And all my troubles, its willing to keep. 
Let me stay a little longer,
In this imaginative dream that lies yonder.

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Rome

I am Rome conquered, by my vices.
Veiled with adorned armours of Caesar.
But at nights is haunted with Caesar’s spirit,
Which yells ‘There is no such place wherein your solace resides, no one who looks at you with pride.’

I am Brutus advised, by my kins to stab Caesar,
But still in my sorrow I tend to drown deeper,
With my promises I’m bound,
Sorry but alternatives for my pain, I have not found.

I am sorry to all the ones who care,
As I know for this mistake, I won’t be spared.
On my explanation before my beloved reader, we part,
‘It's better to sit with guilt and slits, with my soul torn.
Rather to lay quiet with blood of one’s own’

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Feminism

Feminism an idea,  
Not so new.  
But its existence in society,  
In reality is very few.  

Everyday with evils,  
She has a fight.  
She does so to make,  
The purpose of her life right.  

For every step she takes, 
She’s obliged to answer questions. 
But on her reaching pinnacle of glory,  
Her hard work is rarely mentioned. 

 “Dress too tight!”  
“Lipstick too bold!”  
“Her dress is so short, doesn’t she feel cold?”  


Irrespective of her clothes and age,  
She is sexualized.  
And for harassers it takes,  
Years to be penalized.  

Candle march for her rights, People are going to hold.  
But still for few currency notes somewhere, 
Her body would be sold.  
 
We worship her in  
Several forms,  
Then why, why do we,  
Cage her in society’s evil norms 

To celebrate her existence,  
We have dedicated a day.  
But her battle for equality,  
Isn’t like child’s play.  

Feminism an idea,  
Not so new.  
But its existence in society, 
In reality is very few.

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Let Me Rest

Let me rest, 
For now I am tired of these quests.

What prize for me awaits?
Those hollow salutes and opened gates?

Or those meretricious praise that would echo,
When all I remember is catastrophic derecho?

Or the Olympus you promise with Canephor,
While all I yearn is peaceful plains and zephyr.

Or the victory parades in Roma you were storytelling,
While those 23 backstabs in my mind are dwelling.

Or those meadows habited with Nymphs?
While all I yearn is a solitary pond hazed by mist.

Or those kingdoms you promised of evergreen reign?
While all I yearn is the slow pit patter from canopy rains.

All you promise is a conquest full of allure and shine.
But what will you tell to those kids mourning and crafting shrines?

So let me walk away to where savannah's sway,
As I am exhausted of this reaper's haunting play.

So now let me rest, as I am haunted and tired of these quests.
Let me breathe where laws of nature weave,
Solitary where I can grieve.

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Another lifetime

Every moment gave me butterflies yes it did,
And I hope from the gaze of jealous gods our love we had hid.
There was light cuz you were there,
Now i wander like an ascetic unbeknownst to end up where.
Now grief clings to me like rife,
Maybe we will meet again my love in another life, Maybe in another life. 

Even silence has a voice now that you are gone,
I still sit  there from  where we gazed at new dawns.
My darling you promised you'd stay,
Then please stop this bruising play.

I slept with your name tucked under my tongue,
As i was tearfully lulled by the melodies you had sung.
How can I ever move on,
Cuz You left with my soul and heart that you won.

You touched me like a prayer, unsure if i'd break,
But how can i explain that i only lived for your sake.
I hate you cuz you left with your memories  deeply engraved,
But I remember that smile of yours and I forget  i was ever enraged.

Maybe we’ll meet again in another life,
Where my memories weren’t the only ones
Drenched in your strife.
Maybe in another life, my darling —
Yes… maybe in another life.

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They just hum

I listen to their stories,
And also their vivid theories. 
 I listen of their swords to tears, 
From their triumph to fears.

About their cold nights
About their moments of flight.
About their pains,
And also about the dragons they have slain. 

About their tries,
About their sighs.
About their lows
About their highs.

Why I listen? I am not aware,
Or maybe because now I am too worn to care.
For those who listen, have a burden they can't share.
Of comforting all those to whom world wasn't fair.

They are mum,
Not because they lack a voice,
 But because they don't have the luxury of choice.
The ones who listen don't speak
They just hum.
Because the listener of their pain is none.