Category: Musings

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Confluence

Beyond the capacity of eyes,
Pervading the gaps of time,
We move away from drudgery.
In faraway lands: freedom bountiful,
We flow as if division never breathed!
Blessed reflections of a million stars
Shine upon us like puny angels
Trapped in the love of Forever.
May this confluence defy Never!

We stay bonded in an ageless world,
They try to tear us apart
With their barbaric demeanour.
We resist shocks until we die,
Only to live in loops of eternity:
A reality that common eyes cannot surmise.
Trapped in the love of Forever,
We live on and on till there is no time.
May this confluence defy Never!

Artist: Vedprakash Mishra
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First poetry book

I am thrilled to announce the publication of my first book, a collection of a few of my poems.
I am really at a loss for words as I cannot get hold of any magical line that anybody hasn’t mentioned ever.
We are on a mission, some know it well and the others are in search of it. All that we can do is pick up a few moments to be happy for what we are, for the greatness that we have been endowed with. Therefore, I write and would happily continue doing so. 

My book titled ‘Obscured Verses’ is now available on Amazon and Flipkart! Do check the link below:

https://www.walnutpublication.com/book/9789391145798/

Cover page
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It’s complicated

Divergent, yet congruent;
Dying in conversations,
Living in thoughts.
We are surely unsure,
Purely impure.
IT’S COMPLICATED!

Sketch: Yours Truly
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Corona

An queer tune plays on;
Faces shrouded in masks fail to hide
The malaise in one’s eyes.
They move in fear
Of devils of their imaginings;
Their souls hanker for peace,
Yet optimism withers to premonitions.

The music escalates,
Their movements rhyme with it.
A few outliers argue with their intuitions;
They are desperately resolute,
Not to fall into the trap of delusions.
The fight between the mind and the body
Is nothing but a perilous rhapsody,
Causing an arresting unrest.
The cadence flows,
Regardless of these faces;
They come and go,
Amusing the Listeners in the process.

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Intoxicated

Bewitched by the charm of haze,
I walk through the minutiae of a maze;
My eyes flutter in confusion,
The bizzare thoughts bring on.
The mist of my own mystery clears up;
The enigma of emptiness steals control.

Actions become drunken slaves of Purpose;
Sensibility fails to wipe the ruckus
Off my mind.
Strange it is, stranger it becomes;
Darkness goes deeper than black,
I rejoice in the colours that I lack.
I wish this moment never fades,
I hope I never see the lights again.

Image taken from Pinterest
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Remembered the roses

-“What’s your favourite story in our prose book?”

-“Remember the roses, by Avery Taylor.”

That story was not a part of our syllabus but the sweetness with which he uttered it’s title, aroused a “brow arching” curiosity in my mind.
I went back home, left no stones unturned to avoid an unnecessary round of questions from my parents,  headed straight towards my room and kept on flipping the pages of the book until I found the right one; I was startled to find two roses stuffed in there! I couldn’t read the story and it has remained untouched since then.

I stopped seeing him after that; I wish I had not tried to find the answers to some questions that were lingering inside my head, demise blends “forever” with “never” in a tricky way, that makes denial more consoling as compared to acceptance and at one point we are left with no choice other than succumbing to the situation.
He left behind a memory that haunts me even after years and it grieves a lot to say, “Yes, I remembered the roses…”

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The coin

In an unpleasant moment of silence,
Emotions bottled up in years,
Unable to break the confines of the rosy liars,
Twinkled in her eyes.

Goodbyes got exchanged in a handshake.
A coin was all that she could hand him over,
Parting from each other was inevitable;
The conflict between “once more” and “one last time”
Cleared up the haze in her mind.
At once, she knew what she wanted.

Did the wait of expectations end there?
No, she wasn’t allowed to expect.
The silvery souvenir knew the depth of her feelings,
Being expressionless,
It felt sorry for its owner.

The willingness to linger resulted in looking back often,
The trembling followers of her senses
Craved to hold on to the fading lights.
She wondered,
Does every beautiful start need to have an abrupt end?
Or maybe,
The ending is delusionary.

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