Author: Shubhanshu Shrivastava
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Beholden
Her eyes reflected the love of mine, that tumultuous ocean in her gaze. I went out of this embodied self, and yearned to get out of that selfish maze. I reap what I sowed of all my seeds deep, to love or anguish comes to me, and I plead. Ha! The angelic bells the farthest…
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Homeward
The sky opened up, the clouds parted, the first drops of drizzle it departed. The leaves stood still, the lake calm, in mourn had it still if it knew about, the cloud’s tears, the upcoming storm. The trees sigh in relief, ‘pittar-patter’ it speaks, its language so sweet. Stems so joyous, the otherwise dusty leaves,…
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Passion
The ambrosia of passion, When it goes down your throat, It turns all facades, Into pleasurable hopes. In that mist of pleasure, When you twist and shine, Yet you don’t reveal through The love you’ve hidden behind. I look through her, Titillated to the core Whether I’ll end up in her arms, Or at the…
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Thoughts…
A lonely traveller on the silent sea, Travels in hope to be free, From the wretched woes of his mirthless life, No affairs of wisdom or love ever, Came across in face or disguise. He sails aloft a merry boat, Yet alone, in search of that place, Where there is that love that chokes his…
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