All posts tagged: poetry

Under the mango tree

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Sitting under the mango tree I lie in the shade carefree, I see the sun glowing high I feel the breeze passing by. I know my heart is weary and so is my mind, I believe the world has been unkind. My eyes move around and the surrounds look tired too, Everything looks tainted when I look for a clue or two. My thoughts are interrupted by a drop of rain I didn’t see things change while I chased my pain. Time had gone by and life had moved on I woke up from my dream to another hopeful dawn…

A morning after this night

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A medley of thoughts A song which was sung before A time that always stands still, But I know there is a morning to this night. A fight between now & then A struggle of heart over mind, There exists a morning to this night. I am a phoenix a-rise from ashes, A new dawn and I bath in the shining water of rays I always knew there is a morning after this night.     P.S -The poetry is about the highs and lows of life. When we hit a bump we undergo emotions, which have been experienced before. We fail to recognise that better times await once we are through with this night of confusion and despair. The morning here is synonymous to the “better times” and night to the time of hopelessness. I clicked the above picture when i was out for a jog, on a cold foggy morning, in Pune. The scene created by the rising sun amidst the silhouettes of coconut trees found an apt connection to my poetry!

A message that was never sent

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I looked back I checked again I waited for a time, There was nothing Just an empty space, A void besides your name. I blamed you, I cursed you There was a medley of emotions Those of anger, despair and rejection, I gulped them all and moved on. Time passed by and the affair became a haze Fading with every passing day. One fine morning I cleaned my Outbox, My eyes popped as I saw an unsent message The lost words which I thought were already said. I sighed and damned my imprudence I sent it again; now double checked if you have received the same. Jubilant when I heard a response, To a message, that was never sent.  

Wanderlust of Rain

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  A wait of months, A struggle of a year, and I was transformed. I teared the clouds, I swayed in the arms of air, I can see what lies beneath. I touched the cheeks of trees, Knocked the windowsill and kissed the ground. I am floating, to mix with the sea, the skies await, A mingled chain, wanderlust of Rain.