ceida-uilyc - Hello Poetry

You poured down like a warm kiss on a chilly night Waltzing about with your cold tendrils You took me back to my effervescent hometown Its trembling branches Its pitch dark horizons And navy blue skies When the trees fell While the power slept off And made us all fireflies Fluttering for dewdrops to light up Looking for embraces to snuggle into I’ve been yearning for you Days into months into years Thanks for dropping by November rain in Doon

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Nov 15, 2020

Nov 15, 2020 at 10:31 PM UTC

First Drizzle In Doon

You poured down like a warm kiss on a chilly night Waltzing about with your cold tendrils You took me back to my effervescent hometown Its trembling branches Its pitch dark horizons And navy blue skies When the trees fell While the power slept off And made us all fireflies Fluttering for dewdrops to light up Looking for embraces to snuggle into I’ve been yearning for you Days into months into years Thanks for dropping by November rain in Doon

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Sitting around the patchy tree stumps at Sagar’s Cafeteria, Campus was not solitaria*. Listening to songs saved on our tiny phones, decade ago, We devoured the sound of silence and the fields of athenrye Together. We lit mary jane and made merry singing along to ***** Gun in broad daylight without the purview of uni cam puns. Who cared if it was just a five-minute break from Hemangadutta Or Sheeba’s hungry call for relief, we made it seem wakeable in the dewy morns. Sagar’s had the tastiest samosa, chicken puff and Tiger biscuits so cheap we could fudge it in the lassi whuff. Days and months went by hovering around Sagar than classes. We never saved pennies, we spent bills on choora from our pocket monies for bura.

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May 11, 2019

May 11, 2019 at 1:38 AM UTC

DAYS OF EFL-U

Sitting around the patchy tree stumps at Sagar’s Cafeteria, Campus was not solitaria*. Listening to songs saved on our tiny phones, decade ago, We devoured the sound of silence and the fields of athenrye Together. We lit mary jane and made merry singing along to ***** Gun in broad daylight without the purview of uni cam puns. Who cared if it was just a five-minute break from Hemangadutta Or Sheeba’s hungry call for relief, we made it seem wakeable in the dewy morns. Sagar’s had the tastiest samosa, chicken puff and Tiger biscuits so cheap we could fudge it in the lassi whuff. Days and months went by hovering around Sagar than classes. We never saved pennies, we spent bills on choora from our pocket monies for bura.

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Sleeping Lullabies of thunder and gore On a wet night's tremors at my mother's coastal shore I heard the hum of your pitch dark delight, Roaring with wraith o'er the lagoon Raging tides and wreaths lo-where shroom. That's when I heard you bouncing off the shadows. Another folly night in the jungles of board and milky turns of rocks, I saw you whistle past the bamboo blades. But it was on the terrace of my paternal home that I saw the insignificantly significant red fireflies on a pitch dark night embraced in palms, I felt your touch by mangroves and pines. You come again to lull me to slumber Thundering bolts refrain from shallow rompers. Take me with your silent coos and moos. Light my dirge and moan for moons. Let's overthrow the albatross and harrow the silvesteros. Send my greetings to the land of doon. I am en route, already my beau

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Apr 18, 2019

Apr 18, 2019 at 5:01 PM UTC

Ode to the Monsoon' ****** Night

Sleeping Lullabies of thunder and gore On a wet night's tremors at my mother's coastal shore I heard the hum of your pitch dark delight, Roaring with wraith o'er the lagoon Raging tides and wreaths lo-where shroom. That's when I heard you bouncing off the shadows. Another folly night in the jungles of board and milky turns of rocks, I saw you whistle past the bamboo blades. But it was on the terrace of my paternal home that I saw the insignificantly significant red fireflies on a pitch dark night embraced in palms, I felt your touch by mangroves and pines. You come again to lull me to slumber Thundering bolts refrain from shallow rompers. Take me with your silent coos and moos. Light my dirge and moan for moons. Let's overthrow the albatross and harrow the silvesteros. Send my greetings to the land of doon. I am en route, already my beau

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In the bottom of the world, where the eye can’t trace, There is a world. Far from worlds of all kinds, there’s a maze. It’s slopped down and valleyed to the edge of the earth. From earth it rises and flashes like an army of ants. Mutinying army ants in hermit clothes praises. Little huts made of clay. Ants clay-model rants they philosophize the earth. Planet of hearth. mutineers of hard work, far from working life and politics. Licks the Saturdays to Sunday dirge. Your sorrow will be gone morrow, Your silence will be force of horror. We will help you seek your justice. All you need to do is now is close your eyes and wait for precipice. It will bear the name of your Victor. Traitors and victory echoless. You can rise again, stitch the rashes for Phoenix, Fluttering to the dewy meadow of blue above. Rise above the sky this time. Close your eyes and fly this time. Never another time to rise, close and soar but this time.

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Apr 6, 2019

Apr 6, 2019 at 5:36 AM UTC

Memories from Neverland

In the bottom of the world, where the eye can’t trace, There is a world. Far from worlds of all kinds, there’s a maze. It’s slopped down and valleyed to the edge of the earth. From earth it rises and flashes like an army of ants. Mutinying army ants in hermit clothes praises. Little huts made of clay. Ants clay-model rants they philosophize the earth. Planet of hearth. mutineers of hard work, far from working life and politics. Licks the Saturdays to Sunday dirge. Your sorrow will be gone morrow, Your silence will be force of horror. We will help you seek your justice. All you need to do is now is close your eyes and wait for precipice. It will bear the name of your Victor. Traitors and victory echoless. You can rise again, stitch the rashes for Phoenix, Fluttering to the dewy meadow of blue above. Rise above the sky this time. Close your eyes and fly this time. Never another time to rise, close and soar but this time.

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I thought I’d learned all I had to Turns out there’s a thing called getting better at what you do. I thought I’d seen all them follies of life hitherto Turns out there’s a thing called getting greater than what we were. I thought I’d swept all them sins right out Turns out there’s a thing called getting cleaner than what you are. I thought I’d wept all them regrets inside-out Turns out there’s a thing called getting calmer than what I was. I thought I’d kept all them promises I made to my beau Turns out there’s a thing called getting quieter than what I could’ve.

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Mar 23, 2019

Mar 23, 2019 at 2:05 AM UTC

Turns out there's a thing

I thought I’d learned all I had to Turns out there’s a thing called getting better at what you do. I thought I’d seen all them follies of life hitherto Turns out there’s a thing called getting greater than what we were. I thought I’d swept all them sins right out Turns out there’s a thing called getting cleaner than what you are. I thought I’d wept all them regrets inside-out Turns out there’s a thing called getting calmer than what I was. I thought I’d kept all them promises I made to my beau Turns out there’s a thing called getting quieter than what I could’ve.

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Corners of your room, Knows me more than you. Because that’s where I was lost When you talked about leaving. Bushes beyond the wall, Knows the promise more than us. Because that’s where we first lit passion When we took a walk the first night. Mushy park benches after rain, Knows us more than the campus. Because that’s where we kissed When we first felt love beyond lust. Veiny edges of my wrist, Knows you more than me. Because that’s where I tried writing When your name started fading.

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Mar 20, 2019

Mar 20, 2019 at 8:22 AM UTC

Lost In The Imageries

Corners of your room, Knows me more than you. Because that’s where I was lost When you talked about leaving. Bushes beyond the wall, Knows the promise more than us. Because that’s where we first lit passion When we took a walk the first night. Mushy park benches after rain, Knows us more than the campus. Because that’s where we kissed When we first felt love beyond lust. Veiny edges of my wrist, Knows you more than me. Because that’s where I tried writing When your name started fading.

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My handwriting was so ugly, I practiced it day and night I wanted to become a doctor y’see. A doctor with a fine hand. My handwriting became so good, I became a Writer instead. Now I Type!

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Mar 19, 2019

Mar 19, 2019 at 12:36 AM UTC

I TYPE

My handwriting was so ugly, I practiced it day and night I wanted to become a doctor y’see. A doctor with a fine hand. My handwriting became so good, I became a Writer instead. Now I Type!

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Why didn’t you keep your promise? I wept Loud By Day Noon Night Why didn’t you think of me once? I waited TippyToes By the doors Gates Alleys Why didn’t you come back? I counted Days By seconds Minutes Hours Was it my command to leave? You sprint Out Away Sans looks Tears Hugs Couldn’t you look back once? I glared Silhouette Fading Skeleton Dots Where the hell were you? I knew To Trust Was Folly **** you, Now I am dead.

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Mar 2, 2019

Mar 2, 2019 at 5:01 AM UTC

I am dead because you killed me

Why didn’t you keep your promise? I wept Loud By Day Noon Night Why didn’t you think of me once? I waited TippyToes By the doors Gates Alleys Why didn’t you come back? I counted Days By seconds Minutes Hours Was it my command to leave? You sprint Out Away Sans looks Tears Hugs Couldn’t you look back once? I glared Silhouette Fading Skeleton Dots Where the hell were you? I knew To Trust Was Folly **** you, Now I am dead.

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I am on Everest But it’s suffocating my breath. Wish it was like the Dream Breathless Trek Upbeat Track Dirging my glory all around. I am on Sea But it’s killing my gut. Wish it was like the Dream Featherlight walk Suspenseful score Wailing my glory all around. I am on Cliff. But it’s breaking my step. Wish it was like the Dream Gladiator circus Dropping riff Lamenting my glory all around.

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Feb 25, 2019

Feb 25, 2019 at 6:36 AM UTC

Dreams are Foolish

I am on Everest But it’s suffocating my breath. Wish it was like the Dream Breathless Trek Upbeat Track Dirging my glory all around. I am on Sea But it’s killing my gut. Wish it was like the Dream Featherlight walk Suspenseful score Wailing my glory all around. I am on Cliff. But it’s breaking my step. Wish it was like the Dream Gladiator circus Dropping riff Lamenting my glory all around.

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I’ve been walking So long So far Weary eyes Sweat cakes Blood soaked rashes My best friend’s taunt. Sing a song, Songbird. Please, Sing a Song Songbird. I’ve been trusting So long So far Wronged tales Spiked hormones Nauseating future My mom’s warn. Sing a song, Songbird. Please, Sing a Song Songbird. I’ve been resting So Long So Far Gliding on tides Erratic refrains Clumped bones My doctor’s threat. Sing a song, Songbird. Please, Sing a Song Songbird. I’ve been blind So Long So Far Stuttering steps Coal filled iris Yearns mourns of woes Sing a song, Songbird. Please, Sing a Song Songbird.

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Feb 20, 2019

Feb 20, 2019 at 4:00 PM UTC

Sing a Song Songbird

I’ve been walking So long So far Weary eyes Sweat cakes Blood soaked rashes My best friend’s taunt. Sing a song, Songbird. Please, Sing a Song Songbird. I’ve been trusting So long So far Wronged tales Spiked hormones Nauseating future My mom’s warn. Sing a song, Songbird. Please, Sing a Song Songbird. I’ve been resting So Long So Far Gliding on tides Erratic refrains Clumped bones My doctor’s threat. Sing a song, Songbird. Please, Sing a Song Songbird. I’ve been blind So Long So Far Stuttering steps Coal filled iris Yearns mourns of woes Sing a song, Songbird. Please, Sing a Song Songbird.

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