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Best Poems Written by Sneha Nair

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Besotted Legs and Trampled Shadows

Daddy comes everyday when the twilight
Bifurcates the light into shadows
Like a miscreant, grasshopper
Intrudes into the cracks of walls
Mom became a vociferous loudspeaker
Alcohol staggers inside his belly
Like the movement of snake.. 
He never came that day
Mamma's hand freezed with 
Wheat flour and dough
My rapacious belly was ready to suffer
Starvation.. And I thought
Where did Those besotted legs and trampled
Shadows go? 
It can't go to some other pastures
Some other homes, 
It can't slap some other shoulders.. 
Myopic eyes often started to sew the dress
again enhancing the sartorial elegance.. 
I missed those shadows hued with that 
Of pickles and spirit.. 
Still I proclaimed:
Shadows have gone.. 
Light is yet to come... 
Life is yet to start

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Home

smell of cucumbers,boiled bacons
choking in my heart
like my mamma's soul
with the melancholy of our
kitchenwall

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Rose Is Beauty

rose is beauty like u
once crushed,
she would dissolve 
in the lap of soil,
with her tattered dreams
like every indian women

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Embellished Doll

a lullaby fell on the chin of mine
it had the symphony of memories
that plunged me in to her arms
yes my mother.
she plundered my sorrows
and poured in to her throat,
it throttled her,stifled her
but a smile pervaded her face
she plunged in to mirage
yes,i placed her as my slave
as she opened the windows for me
just like a stream i flowed
till i reached the valley of silence.
she overturned my interpretation.
about the world and existence.
she put me on her lap
and hugged me a lot.
she sprayedme with the beauty of love,
as i crafted the word mom in me.
my enchanted doll with life restricted
has been taken away from me.
by someone to some unknown land
to join the almighty hand in hand

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Murder Me With Thy Love

have gone through 
Many murders
Throughout my life
Cold-blooded,
Savage and heart-wrenching.
Heart lost it's zeal
But the one that 
Made me to 
Live in a mausoleum 
Without getting died
Is thy love
Dagger of ur 
Love pierced my flesh
Ate my ligaments
And spitted the remnants
Like a devouring wolf
Don't murder me with 
Thy love...
Coz,i have already lost
The chime of my voice
When u losed the key
To open my heart

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Melancholy

hiding in the lap of this field,
i can hear your barrel
knocking at soil,
chuckling at my 
ramshackled dreams
it was you ,man
you was my brother once ,
younger son of my mother,
i can smell mammas 
umbilical cord ,
when you throttle my heart,
pierces through my veins,
pouring chemical fumes
at my damp skin,
i prayed for your bliss,
to the eternity,
through my breaths, sighs,
you got golden marks,
crushing at my limbs,
you squeezed degrees 
and fames,
your labs was my 
mausoleum,
your pesticides 
was my 
killer
your fames was my loss,
i can see you brother 
bearing the white powder
in your arms
to demolish my 
larvas,
tadpoles,
with your famished
tongue 
you made my sorrows ,
the best item for your 
supper,
with a despairing sigh,
i'm writing my 
name on your homes 
again and again,
because your 
sons may not know 
what is a frog

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My Bro

bells ringing in my heart 
again to wish him with
a cute smile.
mind withdrawn,
smile to a stranger
against norms that
have put on shoulder of girls
something persuaded,
no,no
he was one 
who taught me
life's something 
that can be painted 
with hues of love and care.
who made me a bold 
girl at my heart and face
touched me with care,
and said;
''all boys are not alike''
who realized me 
blood relation is not
an inevitable thing
for 2 minds to get closer
who called me for
the ist time,
my imbecile sis,
that was my bro,
he was a needle,
and i'm a thread
without both,
how can we stitch 
the dress of love
designed by god!

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River of Love

it's a narrow river,
Flowing beneath
The dark patchesof 
My soul
Oh I know
U can't traverse 
Ur canoes will 
Demolish in the
Cyclone of my 
Censuring words..
Well,this river is 
Not for you..
It just has the intention
To flow without any
 tedious look
It just flows..
Like my eternal poem