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chitragupta Mar 2020
M
She speaks to me
And I tell her things
That normally shut most people out
And others, well they're not listening

Her eyes sparkle sometimes in photographs
Mine tired, always bloodshot
And I think it's a relief to see her smile
But those thoughts remain.. thoughts

Friend? No I don't think so..
But neither am I all round the year
But we talk on blue moons and Mondays
Silly secrets, dumb decisions and foolish fears

We've given each other little spaces,
little places to go to
But the roads to take us there have long been gone
And we end up failing to get through.
twists and turns? Nah gimme cuts and burns.
A life every poem lives
Short or long
maybe a song
A tale to tell, a story to relive

Touches many hearts, maybe not
Each a piece of art, of someone’s heart

Some live long, a forever song
Some in oblivion
Lost in the ether
A poem that was written
Inspired by the current scenario on Hp :)
Lost and found
Maybe this will be read, maybe not
7-3-2020
  Mar 2020 chitragupta
Salmabanu Hatim
I am a huggy person,
But now,
I hug my two palms as 'namaste'.
Safer.
7/3/2020
Namaste: greeting in India.Joining two palms together.
When
Revolution Comes
Sulfur sprouts
From snow
Big trees blow
lawns grow
Barge floats
Convoy flops
chitragupta Mar 2020
Secret plots and whispered conversations
They've drawn down their lines in the sand

My limbs and legs dance in painted mirth
For the strings are in their hands

But a part of mine has escaped their eyes
The smouldering flame, the closet arsonist

Parched with a desire, to set the world on fire
Tired and old, tied in a fold, the soul begins to resist

I know,
They'll come with sharpened claws
and hardened steel
But like a snake, I'll escape,
I will shed my skin
I'll crawl through the crevice
that they've never seen
They can't stop me forever
Yes - I'll be free!


The smell of incense and the sound of bells
do not appeal to the senses any longer

For the messengers swoop down like vultures
and I sense I am outnumbered

They're all cut from the same cloth,
Gloating authority and feigning wisdom

Unnecessary absolution awaits in their arms
should the sinner kneel before their Gods

I know,
They'll come with righteous preachment
and medicine
But like a rebel in defiance
I'll bathe in sin
They will pray, say, everyday -
that I am sick
They can't stop me forever
Oh I'll be free!


My pen does not understand the pangs of hunger
It does not feel the need to be polite
It dances to the tune of the chaos in my mind
It moves like a runaway kite

You know,
They want a people of marionettes,
to make promises they never keep
They want to keep us in separate boxes,
So that we may never meet -
They will try to take our languages,
Censor the truths we speak
But they can not stop us forever
This world is ours, and we'll be free.

Just you see.
gimme my country back.
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