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Manoj Yakta Poem
When we weren't there, there was this moon, there was the sun, there was this blue sky, there was a caravan of chirping birds. The golden morning sun, the blooming, fragrant forms of houris, the blooming buds, the laughing streets, the hustle and bustle and the dance of stars, all were present when we were gone. When we weren't there, there were these flowing rivers, there were seasons and winters. Look, nothing has changed, the clouds are the same, the monsoons are the same, the courtyard is the same. The land is the same, the soil is the same. The words are the same, the letters are the same. Why are you surprised? We are the same, you are the same.
Copyright © Manoj Yakta | Year Posted 2026
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Manoj Yakta Poem
What is God? A soul, What is a soul? Breath But we get lost, In the jungle of ignorance, We are human, Humans create God, And then kill Him, Later saying, Oh! Sorry, are you God? It's such a complex problem, Examining yourself, You create God, You kill Him, Later asking, What is God?
Copyright © Manoj Yakta | Year Posted 2026
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Manoj Yakta Poem
The moon, why does it throw tantrums at my words? I say, "Come home," why is it afraid to come? why is it hidden in the clouds, in the sheets of clouds? why is it still angry with me? I peek through the windows, remembering it somewhere. with these eyes staring, awake in that dream, I meet it all night. what is it that is proud, stays away from me every moment. becoming the fragrance of sadness, lives in the garden of my heart. it tells everyone, I live with this pride. its eyes are wandering. all its moods are wandering. days pass in hide and seek. it doesn't come to me.
Copyright © Manoj Yakta | Year Posted 2026
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Manoj Yakta Poem
The voice of your gaze is both unfamiliar and familiar, telling stories. How can I tell you, Queen, the mischief that troubles you increases? Your eyes twinkle, there are words in them. Your tongue is silken, you captivate everyone. You are like a palanquin in my heart, like a rangoli in my hand. Your words are so innocent and childish. How can anyone remain thirsty in their youth without you? You are the moon of the sky, the sky in their youth. Why do you tease me? Listen, my friend, the depths. Don't become carefree, a lonely clarinets
Copyright © Manoj Yakta | Year Posted 2026
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