Pause

I’m getting enraged

constantly irked by the 

inconsistencies in life

bothered by

the roadblocks

ups and downs

and inequality

small glitches 

and bumps

and those 

occasional stops 

which hinders 

forms a patina

to its  

constant glow

knocks down the 

its ebb and flow

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Innocent

Clothes on the drying line

dripping and swayed away by the winds

they are empty

Fruitless

And when you smile
And try to hide 
your giggles and laughter
And those tinkling bells
Which will sweeten someone soul

Lost in Translation

“The quiet sense of something lost” 
― Alfred Tennyson

I’m lost in the translation 

wandering between the pages of  a book

hiding between the folds

and sitting under a neatly folded

dog-eared page

waiting to be pulled

Centre Stage

We are at the center stage
hounded and cheered by the million hungry eyes
ready and pumped to get
a piece of the entertainment
of their life
to get that taste of the bloodied reality
and voyeuristic truth
we have been gulping down our throats
through all this life

Guidelines for Confession

“Wait for that wisest of all counselores, Time.” 
― Pericles

They say confessions
can absolve you
They can make you pure.
You will be pristine
as the seraphic soul.

Reality ( Micro poetry)

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Potter

“She is a beautiful piece of broken pottery, put back together by her own hands. And a critical world judges her cracks while missing the beauty of how she made herself whole again.”

― J.M. Storm

A ball of sagging clay in your hands

taking shapes

between the ridges of your fingers

getting knead by your

bony knuckles of the long taloned hand

Attention

“Any man who can drive safely while kissing a pretty girl is simply not giving the kiss the attention it deserves.”― Albert Einstein

Oh! the things I would do

to make you see my way

I’ll be calm as a pacing river

flowing gently towards its

known fate,

Putty

“Even the most
beautiful
of the stars
are taken
for granted
night after
night.”
― Veronika Jensen

My heart is 

broken,

smashed,

squelched

countless

times

broken,

shattered,

splintered 

in million pieces

it has suffered enough

no amount of assurance 

and a lesson in life 

can keep it 

from 

shredding,

tearing,

breaking

How do you survive?

Memories

Soft murmurs in my soul

those fleeting whispers

which drowns the cacophony

of my tumultuous mind

a break, rip and a tear

here and there

and emotions come flying

out like the caged birds,

Immigrant (Micro poetry)

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Live life to the fullest

“One clear moment, one of trance 
One missed step, one perfect dance 
One missed shot, one and only chance 
Life is all…but one fleeting glance.” 
― Sanober Khan

Oh there it goes

fleetingly,

swimmingly,

gently,

Strong (Micro poetry)

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Autumn-Takes away a piece of me

I stand here

barren,

naked,

those leaves on me

keeping up the

decked up pretenses

trying to satiate my

inconsolable heart

not to lose hope

and lose that spark

Vintage

“Take it from glass,
take it from goblet,
else take it from my eyes,
the intoxication, you will never come out from”
― Mirza Sharafat Hussain Beigh

Distilled

to the perfection

savored for all the

good

worthy

joyous

moments

only to be paired with

the best

life has to offer

Question

“The only real conflict you will ever have in your life won’t be with others, but with yourself.”

― Shannon L. Alder

Everyone,
everyone around me has the same prying eyes
the same question,
looming over their heads
for the eternal time

They are always in awe of me
how I have kept the held high
broken and crumbled
after the heartbreak
but still soaring in the sky

Perception-a matter of discussion

Lately, the discussion of Laurel vs Yanny on the internet had so much of
discussion and uproar about it that it has inspired me to write this poem.
Let me know your thoughts.

Difference of opinion

a matter for discussion

should open our closed thoughts

open new spaces to possibility

and should widen our perception

Perfect Storm

“With a tide rising in your heart
and a gale rushing in mine,
we brewed a 
perfect storm together”
–Megha Sood

Our wild emotions were brewing
slowly and surely
simmering and rising to the surface
ready to be spilled
poured out of our hearts
where it was becoming
a fruitless task
to keep us apart

Lesson

Let me sing it back to you
the serenade
how it travels far and wide in the
strange lands till you hear
it’s an echo of your lonely heart

Sustenance(Micro poetry)

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Inefficient

I fail miserably to guard my self

my heart

my emotions

my eyes

which gives away

every single feeling

every moment

I spent;

Choice ( Micro poetry)

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