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abhijit
abhijit
Indian I just stumbled here. / Did not mean to lurk around. / I now found solace. / / "Feedback is a gift." #copied
I go to bed, looking to start afresh It was a long day, but I tell myself There's always a new morning. Its been this way for a while now, And I'm starting to fear that, Nothing's going to really change. Everywhere I go, there's something wrong With all the people in this country. I walk out into the street, A woman's appealing for justice, Only to be ignored. Suddenly, gurus aren't as pious, Nor even reporters safe! We take pride in our culture, Yet we're letting ourselves down; Looking at the wrong place, In search of answers that lie within. 'Cause we got mostly us to blame For all that is wrong!
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Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 4:47 PM UTC
All that is wrong
The night sky was bathed with light And the silhouettes became hills. Peals of thunder rolled in, As the first droplets of rain Grazed against my face. Over in the distance, A storm brewed up, While the train moved on. The rumbles grew ever closer The flashes of grey more frequent The wind became chillier, but All the weather did was, Drive in the fact that, I was coming home! I took in all I that I could The beauty of the mountains, The sight of the rice-fields and, The fresh smell of the earth As the rain poured down. The wind ruffled my hair, The thunder roared, lightning snapped While the train moved on. The Brahmaputra loomed large, In all its sheer majesty. As I looked into the river, A humbling awe swept through me Only to be replaced By the joy of coming home!
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Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 1:09 PM UTC
Of Coming Home
The busy road now lay deserted And the pavements unkempt. Not a soul could be found Treading its once proud lanes. The houses were mostly in ruins Its inhabitants nowhere to be seen. The untidy lawns a symbol Of all that had been lost. An eerie silence settled over the place, Only to be broken by the Rumbling of the leaves and The whistling of the trees.
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Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 11:59 AM UTC
The Whistling of the Trees
I can't figure out why I'm this version of me Except for the time When I'm in your company. For a long while, I have fooled around Pretending to be someone Who I'm clearly not. I am tired of being ideal; All I want in exchange Is to just be myself And not worry for a change.
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Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 12:25 PM UTC
Being Myself
We walked together, across the evening trail one last time in a bid to ease the 'goodbye'. The rustle of the leaves whispered in our ears the tunes of the songs we would sing to one another. The autumn sun on our backs, now gave us the warmth we always had when our hearts sought for the other. A breeze on our face, tried to make us smile when, a while ago, all that was needed was just the sight of you. Intertwined hands, couples enjoying the stroll, a reminder of what could have been, how we felt like we were 'one'. Here I am now, back on my porch; watching the sunlight fade away, and with it, the memories and...our last walk together.
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Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 6:52 AM UTC
Last Walk Together
In this rat race to be fair, Haven't we skewed our perceptions Of beauty, and how we should be? It sure shouldn't be based, On the tone of your skin! Wouldn't you consider it demeaning, If you were the one ridiculed?
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Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 3:30 AM UTC
Beauty
I have been lying, pretending, about most things me; Its suffocating, disconcerting; and I can do this no more Inside of me, I regret missing out on breathing, and its real beauty So much that I can't wait to get a hang of life bereft the armor. The smile on my face meant no one saw the tears behind the veil; When others crumbled beside me, I came off as strong While on the inside I was distraught, and going pale. But no more, now the world will know they were wrong.
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Apr 27, 2013
Apr 27, 2013 at 4:26 AM UTC
No More
All my life, I've been troubled, pained, So much, that even time won't heal. But all the life lessons that I gained From them, no thief can ever steal.
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Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 3:21 PM UTC
Lessons
Under moonlit skies He professed his love for her; No happy ending.
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Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 3:13 PM UTC
Rejection (Haiku)
Words defy me now The water is so serene So's the setting sun.
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Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 6:43 AM UTC
Haiku 2.0