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Remnants Of Some Silly Experiences Poem
I had a dozen of black bangles
Carried for tingles
Sign of a benign presage
Wore to envisage
Beauty; but not the ugly
Taking toll for a fight
Dad called me black
Mom gave a sympathetic glance
Unaware I was till then
Believed in the beauty of night till then
Adored the unpredictability of darkness till then
Believed in the good omen of my black bangles till then
Oblivious of the apartheid
Seow a seed of insecurity,
A hidden fear
Of rejection, of ban
Broken bangles and shattered dreams
Were all I saw in the greens
Till someone said, “Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder”
And it holds true
For you are my reflections
For the world contained in me
And I am in you
Now I have a dozen of black bangles
Carrying for tingles
Sign of a benign presage
Wearing to envisage
Beauty; but not the ugly
I see you beautiful
Beyond your skin and bones
Beyond your veins and cells
Where your soul lies!
-puvi-
(13/10/2015)
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I am a kite
Top at the height
With the thread broken
I know no rules
I know no direction
I know no boundaries
Singing with the breeze
Dancing with the storm and
Moving with the blow
All has become my fad now
A flibbertigibbet, I am
With the stars
With the clouds and
With the birds
Feel so light
Going high and high and high
I am a kite
Top at the height
With the thread broken!
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Remnants Of Some Silly Experiences Poem
You are a stranger
With a different color
With a different nose
With different eyes and ears
Once upon a time
The world was familiar
Where we exchanged roses
Where we shared mirth
That time we mourned for severing
The world was big and
Beautiful like a poem
The season has changed
Leaves have rusted
Earth has burned and cracked
With a new painted face
You are a stranger
With a different color
With a different nose
With different eyes and ears.
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Remnants Of Some Silly Experiences Poem
Two sides of a coin we are
Without you, I don't exist!
Neither you, nor I and
Alas! We are one!
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Remnants Of Some Silly Experiences Poem
This is a prayer to My Lord, Swami (Bhagawan Sri Sathya Sai Baba) which I wrote when I was doing my Masters :) :* LOVE YOU SAI MA...
If I could also
I wish if I could also sing like that well,
When I hear someone sing your glory.
I wish if I could also draw that well,
When I see someone portray you.
I wish if I could also feel the same,
When I hear someone share the experiences related to you.
Good for nothing I am Swami,
Only what I have is a heart longing for you.
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Remnants Of Some Silly Experiences Poem
Dark side of the existence this is
A lovely side also there is
Where there is only Love
Selfless and unconditional Love
Fearless you go of the mundane society
For it's the mere reflection of your insecurity
With Love and only Love,
Life is all love
You are a substance of a whole bunch of LOVE
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Even if I am soaked with tears,
Even if I am burnt to ashes,
Even if I am hurt to the core,
I move on…
With a new hope…
For that for every winter there is a spring
For that for every tail there is a head
For that for every pause there is a play
So…move on…
With a new hope…
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Remnants Of Some Silly Experiences Poem
~Show me a reason!~
Show me a reason to pray
Show me a reason to whine about
Show me a reason to be happy about
Show me a reason to cry for
Show me a reason to laugh out loud
Show me a reason to be passionate about
Show me a reason to waste my time on
Show me a reason to work for
Show me a reason to hide
Show me a reason to seek
Show me a reason to hate
Show me a reason to love
Show me a reason to chase the meaning
Show me a reason to live!
And I find a single reason
The one whom I love the most
My Self
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This is in dedication to the transgenders around the world, who live in solitude punishing themselves for being born! Love you She Man for being strong and wise at the same time.
I am a born man
I call myself Ann.
Being in the delusion
I carried the hidden fear of exclusion.
With the power of Hercules
And the virginity of Artemis,
I must have been proud being a hermaphrodite
Carrying the blood of Aphrodite.
But the so-called civilian society calls me a worm
Who must live on the earth as a dung worm,
Feeding the venom of alienation
Punishing self for an unknown mutation!
Think once, twice or thrice
Have you ever been this wise,
Knowing I am too a being
Not a mere one, but a beautifully carved living being.
If you think otherwise
You prove me you are vice
But, I am beyond you, know man
I am SHE MAN
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29/10/2015
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Hercules - The strongest man on Earth according to Greek mythology
Artemis - Goddess of the moon, hunting and nursing, and above all virginity according to Greek mythology
Aphrodite - Greek Goddess of love and beauty
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~Marijuana~
I fly
High and high
To the reverberation
To the bliss
I fly
High and high
To the goddess
To the serenity
To make love with the unsung hymns
I fly
High and high
With the puff
Pondering Self, the elf
Calming down
When the whiff gulps down
The pain
The body weight
I fly
High and high
To the void
Knowing I am not this
I am not that
Searching the Self, THE I
I fly
High and high
-Puvi-
(8/6/2015)
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