Category: Poetry
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Waiting
Upon that bench alone he sits, along with him sits a few misfits. Heartache and pain, coupled with unbounded love infused in his every grain. Twisting & turning, they take him about, onto a journey riddled with doubt. He knows not where, which way to turn, to rid himself of these incineration and burns. Memories…
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Reminisce
Originally posted on Literary Expeditions: He sat on a bench all by himself, in the same garden, as before. Looking at the same blossoming buds, but not the same loneliness, t’was more. Now the evening seems quiet and dull, and the dusk has lost its touch, there are no more chirping of the birds, just…
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Reminisce
He sat on a bench all by himself, in the same garden, as before. Looking at the same blossoming buds, but not the same loneliness, t’was more. Now the evening seems quiet and dull, and the dusk has lost its touch, there are no more chirping of the birds, just lipless, unhappy smile of the…
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I miss you then
Whenever newer events arise, I miss you silently in disguise. Disguise of an empty smile, sometimes crooked, mindless all the while. When I wake to the chirping sounds, outside my window, all around. Breaking away from your dreams All I long then is to hear, your soft whispers in my ear, your gentle coaxing for…
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Fearless
For those who are sad, in despair, giving up or just disappointed and discouraged. This will help and give you strength, you might be able to relate at least a few lines to your own life. When crossroads came and I had to, I always chose the hardest of them all, they bent me in those…
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His sweetheart’s wedding
A poem told in the third perspective. A man and a woman loved each other but the woman then suddenly leaves to get married to someone else, leaving the man heartbroken, in despair and alone, breaking all the vows she made with him in the process. The woman thus, without hesitation, marries someone else as…
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Embrace
I wrote this some time back. Though the situation is very different now, the feeling was worth writing about. A warm summer’s sweet delight, closer, looking in her eyes, sitting huddled in the sand, beside the tides, earth’s heaving sighs. Passions high, entangled limbs, kisses balmier than a rose’s lips. Sunset, dusk and moonlit…
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Mine?
Oh! How exquisite are the flowers! How enthralling their smell! that wafts with the breeze. How poised is the moon! gleaming above, full with beauty, hooking the heart with such an ease. In the moonlight there stood she, a hand outstretched, lazily, towards me, a wounded battle-scarred young man which shook of terrible aches of…
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Dauntless
When you are happy to sit through, alone among lots of friends, fake. And you don’t feel the need, to depend for depending’s sake. When all your expectations are turned to dust, yet to feel you incurred no loss. It takes no toll to sit with comfort, to ponder upon expectation’s cause. When you are…
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To Bloom — Shubhanshu ‘s
In the darkness, in the night, A flower of feeble might. Stands alone upon a twig, Beneath the moon pearly bright. Yearning for a few drops of rain, To find a flower to stand beside, And stand beside, together Extinguishing both their pain. In the drier days and lonesome nights, when the flower was about […]…
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