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The Giant Family

This 14 letter word gets destroyed easily
When you start ignoring the problems that you can see vividly

Here's a story that I would like to tell
There's little to say but much to tell

Once there was a family who lived like happily ever after
Whatever happened in the house was much more than a natural disaster

Oldest member of the family was himself so biased
He divided the family into three triads

His better half was far better than him
The noble soul departed for she has to pay for his sin

Her departure unfolded the next page of the book
Known faces now had the new look

One of the triad was heavily threatened
The biased man still stood there without any word unsaid

I always do wonder that what he waited for
He knew , even the sweetest fruit mango has some acid that makes it sour

Excluded triad was left alone amidst the crowd
The two's sinful words added black color to their shroud
 
They were crushed, broken, trampled on the floor
They still had their mast high , for they had not lost sight of the shore

Every day was made so special with so many surprises
They were always ready to cater to needs of their princesses

Worked day and night to secure our future
You don't know the plight, they always had their hands dipped in cold water

Today it has turned from bad to worse
The two's have decided to make it the worst

After the juvenile has to come senescence 
All this happened because garden lacks the  gardener's presence 

The gardener forcefully holds the wreath
Yet he is aware that flowers have lost their breath

All his efforts lie in vain
Sky is all clear but I wonder why it still rains...

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Unspoken Soul

UNSPOKEN    SOUL

She was all lost; fantasized a world
On the bitumen, none resembled her
Binnacles kept empty; let gusty waves guide her
Bid  goodbye  to  a  silent  night  under  the  mistletoe ;  scrounging  for  serendipity 	
Stars  were  callous ; she- an  embodiment  of  callowness , distracted  by  camellia  could  not  find  a  way  out  of  her  perplexity 

Deranged by the deathly silence, she hurried down the rails
Nothing more than a lost shadow, catching her own steps
Oblivion to the dogma-‘’It was all between mirrors, she was walking.’’
Ecstatically held a door; optimism would fail soon

Concussion in mind took a brutal turn 
Damsel in distress, lost the sight of the shore

Once again journey to end
Defiant; stood in an apposite way 
Masts were low, no camellia this time

Envisaged…..red horizon covered the ocean, no sign of life
Dismayed; developed an aversion towards the scenery

Cried hard, but what could be heard above the dead soul was just –“SILENCE”.

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Am I Not Beautiful

I believe my mirror is not truthful
Because it says " i m not beautiful"

Really do wonder , what beauty actually is ?
Leaves no word in throat when i realized the bitter truth

I m not like other town girls
Colorful ribbons,blonde hair open in the air,
long aprons? I really lack the flair

Seems whole world looks down upon me through its inscrutable glasses ,
Wished shouldn't have been born like this,direly need more chances.

I was confined by the walls made by the world itself,
OH! u won't find a rose in the books stacked on my shelf

I seemed to be a grotesque guest to my neighbours,
Who always shut the doors upon me, refusing for any favor

Bogus and callous approach of people and their world, made me defiant,
Can't forget the day when two small eyes shed hundred big tears.

I was yelping with dismay,
But I could clearly see ,..I had to walk a long way.

Why? this excruciating attitude towards me,
I can feel beautiful if you start accepting me.



Old days have gone by,
Now I am a bold girl
with brown hair and lovely curls.

I have forgotten all the false fatuities 
realized myself as a celebrity.

I still don't possess colorful ribbons,aprons and blonde hair
But I have my friends who are so very near.

The list includes- tangible trees, azure sands, endless sky, perennial rivers...
They made me realize -"beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder."

I am not the old meek and geek today
I feel, have blossomed into a rose today

Concussion in my mind has ended up all
I have my supporters who will catch me if I fall...

I feel like painting the town red today
Because all my pain has vanished away..

I raise a toast to each beautiful morning,
I bid goodbye to every heart throb evening.

Everything is now under control,
But there is one doubt that pinches my soul...

Now that I know ....I am beautiful...


But mirror on my wall is being untruthful,
It still says-"I am not beautiful".

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Nihilism of Truth

She was all lost;fantasized a world
On the bitumen ,none resembled her

Binnacles kept empty;let gusty waves guide her
Bid goodbye to a silent night under the mistletoe ;scrounging for serendipity

Stars were callous;she--- an embodiment of callowness ,distracted by camellia;could not find a way out of her perplexity

Deranged by the deathly silence ,she hurried down the rails
Nothing more than a lost shadow,catching her own steps

Oblivion to the dogma "It's all between the mirrors she is walking".
Ecstatically held a door;optimism would fail soon

Concussion in mind took a brutal turn
Damsel in a distress;she lost the sight of the shore

Once again journey to end
Defiant,stood in an apposite way
Masts were low,no camellia this time

Envisaged, red horizon covered the ocean, no sign of life
Dismayed;developed aversion towards the scenery

Cried hard but what could be heard above the dead soul was....silence..

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Realism

I kept searching for it all my life
But could not find it.
Had always this doubt, why am I giving so much into it ,even after knowing what the real truth is.
Everyone need their results... No one wants to know the plight behind it
There's always a screaming face behind the elated one.

My childhood was all in dark, no red roses or colourful ribbons....
You will only find black sketches and pleas to god ,crying for help....
U might wonder , why didn't I call for someone known...thats even the worse...they always were one sided and overheard my voice...

I pray no child goes through such bad phase ..That I have gone through....
I just want peace of mind ...just let me know where to find it.
Even if it cost my life , I am ready for it... atleast after a long wait I will get what I want.

I don't want to be someone else slave....I want to work for myself...

I am not in a position  to get seperated  and live a life for myself...
But I will sure wait for it.... 
Or may be I will die with this thought.

I know the truth...but fail to accept...just want someone to tell its not real...all this is just a dream that will soon get over.

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Moony Day

I could see the moon as white crystal ball
I could hear the birds chirping in my hall

I made a wild guess..
Was it the end of the dusky night
Then came the voice ..."oh! yes you are right"

I was still not over with the yawning
When someone said "good morning"

I turned to "dummy"- my clock , who is wise
It showed me half past five
Then I realized that it was the end of that night

Then came the sun lightening my room, with it's golden blaze
Indeed I was missing the dusky night- the one I wanted to embrace

It seemed as if the sun was pushing the moon, taking it's own place
Scattering the stars somewhat high, into the sky
Making me desperate to chase...

Oh! It was really the end that I could see..
Now It was bright sunny day, perfect for me..
Though it's true that I saw it ending..
But it's also true that I didn't miss the beginning

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Lilt

Here is a cacophony, voice from inside
All alone in a new place, a goodbye to riverside

Here comes the change, farewell to my old days
Mediocre girl,so halcyon, a new place to stay

Inexorable,I go hustle -bustle,
Ineffable, scared for a new way
Well I do remember Rome was not built in a day

They interrogate me as if I am an alien
I feel ignorance is a bliss

I took a chance of stepping into the streets
I realized forbidden fruit is always the sweetest

Being idyllic is more fun
Settling down my darker side ,
I wanted to enjoy the ebullient shade

Penumbrating all the past memories, I bid a goodbye

Cascading my reforms,here I am back with a new version of mine.

Today,its the most beautiful day for me
From the golden blaze of the sand till the blue horizon, ita all mine

I sit near camelias with chardonnay, raising a toast to this evening
Filled with joy and happiness , I am screaming


You know what.....sometimes its good to talk good.

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Lost My Space

A grotesque guest arrives
cryptic look,I know he is naïve

A quiescent world of mine
The table where I dine
Susurration of silence of my room
Felicity of my walls, all of it so etheral

But it seems,I lost all of them because someone took my seat

True,I lost my space.

I am defiant,like serene
Talisman of my thoughts , it all belongs to me

He calls me synical,unctous
I pay him back, "listen,I am more of a obstreperous"

Shun down all his thoughts of taking over my bed.
Maladroit, wont get out,took over all my belongings...

Ya ...I lost my space