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Manya Saxena Poem
In times of utmost vulnerability,
When a choice has to be made;
alas, a long queue,
The folded corner of a sheet,
dog ear, they say,
Fortunately, comes to rescue.
Inconvenience, without a doubt,
A struggle, perhaps, for the paper
doesn't speak, and infliction of ink,
a catastrophe.
Then how, if at all, anything of an
Utmost importance, be accentuated,
For the methods are few,
The folded corner of a sheet,
dog ear, they say,
Fortunately, comes to rescue.
Copyright © Manya Saxena | Year Posted 2019
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From the time the sun sets,
the time moon came,
the time world sleeps,
the time nothing remained same...
the hour before sunrise,
the little time left
for the end of the nigh ..
the visible last star,
tells the story of that dark hour..
the seem less sky,
the rustling winds,
the eerie thoughts,
whistling to me , my sins,
it was the time clock stopped,
the world became quite,
the cold sets the room,
it happens every night..
the rain drops on my window,
making faces in the dark,
for i , i am laying down the bed,
hearing a dog bark..
the past , sleeping beside me, staring at me with
its eyes red,
all these years have passed,
still those blood stains,
haven't yet shed...
i hear them scream,
i hear them speak,
which is enough ,
for me to freak..
the night is terrifying,
more than knowing my doom,
the crackling noises coming from the outside,
gives chills to my room..
just then i saw a black mist,
not that afraid now,
it came closer to me,
i was ready to welcome it with a bow,
for the mist could kill me at that time,
which is better than the memories killing me all the time,
suddenly,there are no
more audible voices,
the dreams became peaceful and serene,
i finally found my way,
i am coming clean,
now that the hour has passed me by,
and i can say it with a sigh..
i was the savior,
i had the guts,
to walk the tallest tower,
to live that darkest hour.
Copyright © Manya Saxena | Year Posted 2014
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Manya Saxena Poem
“She began her journey in the search of truth,
Stumbled upon a thought that changed her in entirety,
Drunk at 4AM, driving at 125Km/h she saw a light flickering near,
Speed thrilled but never in her life had she felt such fear.”
Some place in past, near or far, don’t know for exact,
Someone penned down a conjecture,
It subsided all of the truth and the lies,
A belief was molded,
With many distant sighs.
She was taught from the beginning,
A rhythmic lie was sown,
“With each collapsing star in this universe,
A new universe is created, the exact opposite of our own.”
For her, the longing for beloved quenched her heart,
For he had died a long time ago,
And now she is back at the start.
For every dead, there’s a living,
For every truth a lie,
For every pain there’s a reason,
For every question, a sigh.
Driving at 125Km/h she witnessed the light,
The light, many died to see,
The light, many killed to be.
One go into and all different then,
Echoes around,
Counting to ten,
“Stop here, you are missing him”
Her one true love waving as she goes,
In the stream of light,
To a distant world,
When stopped, found him again,
But in an altered story, an altered name.
Still hoping for him to love her same,
Start afresh,
Oh! The cosmos and their stupid games.
(A universe exact opposite of our own)
Constantly bugging her brain,
Numb, she couldn’t feel or see,
Hoping to exist in his realm,
In the afterlife,
Proceeded to kill self.
Knife in one hand, emptiness in the other,
In the blender of non-existence
Exhaled, “maybe somewhere,
In the multiverse, there’s a version of me,
And you, a fleet of hope,
That we are meant to be.”
Copyright © Manya Saxena | Year Posted 2016
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Trapped in
the wilderness.
I drink.
Copyright © Manya Saxena | Year Posted 2018
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Manya Saxena Poem
~ Megha ~
Millions of secrets. The heat of the winter sun.
Classical music. Just loud enough to hear. Old
worn-out sweater, the warmth within. Too many
picture frames on the wall of their mind. Too many
pictures to be clicked. Rings on every finger, each
having a meaning attached to it. Written reminders.
Everywhere to go, everything to learn but not
enough time for it all.
Copyright © Manya Saxena | Year Posted 2021
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Frozen . Senseless . Numb .
in the nothingness
that surrounds me ,
no heart could beat ,
no voice be heard ,
no song be sung ,
a million miles from here it occurred .
i have seen the place of beauty ,
have lived in those days ,
i have seen the voices change,
everything changed .
Its cold to remember,
the chilly december,
when feelings froze in time ,
Its hard to find ,
them back inside ,
and come back like a shining dime.
People change ,world moves,
life becomes a memory ,
time flies , people rise ,
I find myself in a similar quandary.
There's million thoughts running ,
through my head right now,
but this sheet just lie there blank,
somehow.
So i lay here ,
Frozen , Senseless , Numb,
with no fear of Death,
the pain that held my heart ,
for too long,
was starting to fade away ,
and now ,
of all those curses they whispered,
silence-- silence is what i heard.
Copyright © Manya Saxena | Year Posted 2014
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At an approximate distance of 2 benches, you stood there, every day explaining how two negatives makes a positive. I remember, that day, ages ago, when you told me that I was special, and I knew you meant it. I know you'll mean it even now because I believe in you. That very same day, my best friend and I sat on the extreme left row and waited for you to enter. I remember the look on your face when you saw that in a class of 60 students, there were only 2. I remember the anger, the agony and peace. I see your face in my dreams sometimes and when I do, I see peace. Peace in your eyes, smile on your face and words, so many words. I remember how you waited outside our exam hall to wish us good luck and I know you don't know this, but I really needed that. I've never told you this, but the majority of my life seems wasted, but that one moment is what covers up for it.
I don't want to tell you what all you taught that have made a huge difference in my life, but I really want you to know that what I've achieved, yet, is less of me and more of you. You were supposed to teach us a language, correct our grammar, give us essays and yet you taught us virtue, morals, taking responsibility and I owe all of my ideals to you. While we were being taught about calculus and accounts, you were teaching us how to be a human being. I've never had an epiphany like this before, but today that I'm standing between what is right and what is correct has made me realize what you meant when you said “we make our choices based on what standards we set for ourselves.”
This one time, the last time that we met, you looked at me while crossing the road and smiled. At that moment I realized that I didn't need anything from you, just the fact that you recognized me was enough affirmation and I shall cherish it all my life. I don't think I'll ever have the courage to send this to you, but I really hope that you change the life of many vagrants as you once did mine.
Love,
M
Copyright © Manya Saxena | Year Posted 2021
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When the colors of sorrow fade away,
When the leaves come back to life,
When the shadows of the past finally lifts up,
When living went rife,
What an enchanted illusion,
Reality is, like a lullaby
For we are still children,
Grown enough to cry,
When the people start to love,
Another not because they are bound,
And life will be beautiful,
Like the ocean breeze and dulcet sounds.
For what life has taught us is,
More than we can soak in,
But the virtue of living,
Depends on all our sins.
When the colors starts to fill again,
When the leaves starts to fall,
When the shadows become people,
When living unheard the call,
What a surprise,
This life brings,
It indisputably lies ahead,
Like night after day
And morning after night,
If only it could stop,
And change the course of time,
Oh what a wonder that would be,
If life was played,
Just like a game,
And a game no to be won,
Loved cherished and understood,
For the same.
When people begin to leave,
And scars come back again,
When life is all about giving,
And it all is back to normal
Again.
Oh what a strange illusion
Reality is.
Copyright © Manya Saxena | Year Posted 2015
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She found solace
in silence
as the commotion of life
abandoned her .
Copyright © Manya Saxena | Year Posted 2016
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The Memory of you,
was like the unheard echo,
in the depths of the sea.
Copyright © Manya Saxena | Year Posted 2015
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