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kaumudi
kaumudi
F/Nowhere "Dreams about future, learns from the past; / Thoughts in her mind move very fast." / / Basically, I write for finding clarity in my own thoughts. / / ©2018, Kaumudi.
Crystals shine in starlight Sky of the new moon, It was almost midnight I was wrapped in my blanket like a caterpillar in a cocoon. Suddenly, something bright Flashed upon my weary eyes. I woke up in total fright, Praying that they were just fireflies. But, it seemed to be Something rare and mysterious. I'm telling you the truth and on hearing it, You might find me delirious. There was a being, roaming around. A being, who had never been found, A being, which was light, translucent and round, But who ensured that it didn't make a sound. The colour of my sacred crystals Reflected on its face, And I quietly steadily pace. I tried to hide All of my fear, As it began to walk Towards me, near and near. But it didn't seem to cause Any sort of harm, And as the night passed, I started to fall for its charm. Slowly, I began to notice That the world around turning blurry And felt some sort of a bliss, For that moment, I had even forgot to worry. Then I woke up in the morning, With the ringing of the alarm, But then I realised That my soul felt totally calm.
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Sep 8, 2019
Sep 8, 2019 at 6:30 AM UTC
A Being
In spring they say Alongwith flowers, love will bloom But in my fate it was written To stay in loneliness and gloom. I stay day and night Secluded in my room Reflecting and crying about My irreparable doom. But the thought that my world has ended, I won't assume As hope creates the space For happiness to mushroom.
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Jan 3, 2019
Jan 3, 2019 at 1:15 AM UTC
Sad In Spring
They flash in the dark Travelling through the skies. A pleasant thing to see, For my dreadfully tired eyes. I wonder where they end up, For in real they aren't stars May be some of them might just crash into the land of Mars? Still they give me A tiny ray of hope Does wishing to a shooting star really work? May be yeah, may be nope. Anyways, that idea is quite dope.
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Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 8:50 AM UTC
Shooting Stars
Wind whispers in my ears the sweet songs about nature. And the trees surrounding me show a different but a beautiful picture. While I try to take notes of sounds of every creature, The earth teaches me something new as I attend every lecture.
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Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 1:43 PM UTC
The Earth's my Teacher
I see myself in the mirror, I see my reflection. I don't think I'm flawless, some of my traits do need correction. Am I beautiful? Well, that depends on one's perception. In case of myself, I'm happy with my looks and complexion. And I really don't care what the world says, cause I know I'm God's creation.
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Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 8:56 AM UTC
Reflection
Why did you leave me in this forest of obscurity Where there's a river of misunderstanding instead of clear reason Showing me what's pure treason Where there's always the cold winter season 'To not love you again' is my new learnt lesson. To you, this is my last confession And I hope from now on I'll never return again in this pitiful condition.
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Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 10:29 AM UTC
Condition
Flower buds, Cool breeze, Butterflies and birds, Fluttering at ease.
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Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 6:13 AM UTC
S P R I N G :
For me, a poem is not just for display, an appealing art piece. It's just I'm  v om i t ti ng  the excess of emotions to be at ease. For me, a poem is not just a  ran d om  rhythmic rant on a  ra n do m  topic. It's a description of memories where words create a graphic. For me, a poem is not telling the world to appreciate someone I appreciate. It's my perspective about someone which is shown in the poem I create. And lastly, I don't write poems to please YOU. It's my mind's whimses I'm catering to.
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Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 2:22 PM UTC
Why Do I Write Poems?
Feel so excited by inside Look so calm on outside What's happening to me Your entrance in the room Drives away all my gloom What a pleasant view to see Oh please lock me in your love's cage Cast your magic that will last irrespective of age Let me be a bird trapped who still feels free.
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Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 3:25 PM UTC
Love Locked:
He looks at me His eyes have a shine And such a unique innocence That these eyes of mine Can't stop looking at them And think about them all time. Whenever I enter the room I don't know how His glance always falls on me As if he were going to say, "Wow!" And whenever I think about it It seems that I'm blushing now.
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Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 7:17 AM UTC
To That Special One: