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Aakriti Jain Poem
The night sky that bade us bye
as the morning hue demystified;
that the stars had an hallucinating effect
eyes dilating to the heart's affect.
And now it beats and beats
like a babbling brook
like the rustling dunes
like the glistening chocolate mountains.
It feels so much and yet naught
it sees so much, all sought!
It breathes so much, breathless
senses, senseless...
And now the heart pounds
and now I shut my eyes
little drops, rainbow like
metamorphosed into a
beauty glistening down.
Copyright © Aakriti Jain | Year Posted 2017
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Aakriti Jain Poem
These evanescent words that I deem
they are for you to preserve
A poet or not...my art
reflexive or naught
it's for your heart,
your fluttering trembling innards
that sway with this__
unkind perusal
my refusal
my fears
my loves
it is for your heart
and your innards,
for your searching eyes
and tender mouth
It's all your being, your unkind perusal
for this may stir naught
but your heart
your fluttering, trembling innards.
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I don't hope for this
sweltering heat to quell
the night to dwell
on the fill of clouds
that it savours
for it's excesses seem to
be the way for it;
no melting, or dissolving of the fire
abundance of me and
enough of everything___
but I hope it rains tonight.
Copyright © Aakriti Jain | Year Posted 2017
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Feelings have a way of coming back
even when the memories lack,
the vividness of our circumstantial remains
doused innumerable times by our tangible frames,
you're here today, perusing this strife;
you're here today carving a locomotive strife,
you're there today, being here doesn't suffice.
you're back here today wondering
about the cost sacrificed!
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This is where I am.
Who I am.
Not a little less
and more? Nevermore.
How is it that
it has
come to this?
Unfathomable congruities
don't turn to
excruciating frenzies!
How is that I rove my eyes
and I don't move
anymore?
It's evanescent... it will be no more
But
until then
Lets just sit back
and sip our casualities_______
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I am not sure
how I feel today,
but I am surer
of what I felt yesterday
Each moment
and the next
I have built---
all that we have
In all it's reflexivity.
Copyright © Aakriti Jain | Year Posted 2017
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It is with stealth that sometimes
words make their way to the mouth
usually, for a stranger's safekeeping
who unsuspecting walks around
slows down and talks to you as if
hearing for the first time, about
Canada's winter and its snows
but the stranger is worldly !
yet his strangeness is more
inquisitive and keen to know.
the stranger is exquisite like the
Indian masala chai now sold
all over the world as chai latte
but on a menu is exotically seen
so this stranger gleefully
asks you sincerely about
the world of photographic
posts they haven't seen
where you regularly and
with staggering frequency
sip tea and talk about
Canada and its snows.
Copyright © Aakriti Jain | Year Posted 2020
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