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kirti-pabrekar-patil
kirti-pabrekar-patil
Indian ...an Environmental Architect by profession... I write as my expression. / This is my tryst... With growing beyond emotion! / / / (All the poems here are my original works. All rights reserved. © Kirti Pabrekar Patil )
Pain stays permanent, Permeating through time; The pinch of loss, Can never be sufficed. Pain surges periodically, Often high in tide, Crashing on shores of sympathy; Bund that gap, With all your might, These sensations erode, Cutting in the shape of your soul; Gorging away your sane. Pain pangs often, Reminding of the times gone, But in that memory, Find inspiration to go on! Pain pacifies loss, Whence you derive, Your reasons to smile, In memories so close... Dormant relationships bloom, An evergreen garden!
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Jun 21, 2013
Jun 21, 2013 at 6:54 AM UTC
Pain
Fly high, Know your dreams have wings, Be an albatross... Clearing above the blue seas, Until the curve of the horizon, Can be bent and seen! Fly high, You know you can steer, Tame the winds... And break the waves; Even storms can clear, Giving way to brighter days; A new season blooms, Fear not, nay! Fly high, And break off from the hibernation, See yourself with a redefinition; Even a single prism, Gives birth to a spectrum!
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Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 12:24 AM UTC
Fly high...
My mind flutters, A dainty butterfly... Disquiet even over a nectarine pie, Oft times the color allures; A serrated edge attracts, The stamen invite; A pollinic conversation... Little resting respite! My mind flutters, A distracted butterfly... Does she not know; She shall starve... Concentration deprived, Unable to trace the scent of the elixir; That shall hold her high!?
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May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 1:13 AM UTC
Butterfly
My soul sees and seers, What I seldom do not want to hear; She feels more than I ever do, Of all those moments, Which I wish were untrue! And even then she stands strong, Without a tear, For she knows; Wet eyes and weak sighs, Only makes paths - Slippery and treacherous! My soul strengthens the physical me; In every prayer she weaves, A new thread of belief, A wrap for a lifetime; Soon shall be stitched... Keeping us and our faith warm, Even beyond eternity!
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May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 12:49 AM UTC
Soul
Eyes stare... Into nothingness, The jigsaw of to be’s, Arranges and rearranges; Into an appeal of mirage... Swelling the oasis of life! And when the glare pierces, Eyes blink; The jigsaw settles, Synchronized with reality; Strengthening my mind... To derive the quirky balance - Between the could be’s ; And the one that is!
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May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 3:51 AM UTC
Jigsaw
Find yourself Even in the clutter of chores In the whistle of pressure cooker In the clash of dishes and utensils Search yourself In the aroma of spices In the color of vegetables In the routines along the kitchen platform In the rich gravies and the brew of juices! Look out for yourself In the clean mirrors Along that fine line of kohl In the strokes of the mascara Over the gloss of lip shades In that dot of bindi Hold on to yourself In the newness With time, space and people Evolve...not change! Molt...not skin off! Wear a new color over the base...de-color not! Even in the dark Can you not see thy radiant self Glowing appraised from within! You be your master Look for traces of yourself In your eye's mirror!
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May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 2:26 AM UTC
...yourself...
O’ woman…. Such an enchantress be you; In your smiles, You live warm! You live charmed… You enliven the aura of the Heaven! O’ woman… In your hands, You hold the scepter; you rule! You make and feed You care your fawn, You tend pain And you pleasure thy lord! O’ woman… Your eyes, as mischief sparkles; So does many dreams; Glitter! Wake up… Make them all true! Go reach out the stars… Give them some of your twinkle! O’ woman… In your being, You paint a galaxy Alive as if it were Lord’s scheme alone! O’ woman Heed yourself Shed not those tears… They be a waste Don’t stain your pretty face… Walk, trudge and explore That pace of life.. In your mere presence; You make Everyone’s living possible! O’ woman, You be the gem… Shining bright and true! Preach your worth; Priceless in measure!
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Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 12:27 AM UTC
Woman
Fear is the grey That clogs over Your eyes… Blurred vision And hazed outlook Shall be served cold Over your tray Fermenting effort Keeping away Any sign of achievement! And when you will Want to jump over A precipice Your heel shall be locked Anchoring your ankle Making a statuette Of your able stature Fear is the grey That magnifies the cloud You shall not see The bright line For such shall be The film covering your eyes Flimsy and yet so blind! And then you will Stumble into a loop Of never ending failure The ring of ripple Just getting larger! Fear is the grey Dampening the bright blue sky For it shall decay The season’s morale! Signing the loser’s epitaph Unbind your fears For there lies the beginning With every step The mountain seems plainer Underneath your shoes You shall certainly find Unbridled success!
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Mar 1, 2013
Mar 1, 2013 at 11:46 PM UTC
Fear
And how did I slip, Into the ecstasy of your arms; Enveloping security, All around me… And how did it hypnotize me, Into the pools of your eyes; Piercing beyond the limits, Of my black pupil… And how did I learn, A new pink shade of lips; Feeling over mine, Could be softer than feather… And how did I feel, The texture of your stubble; Burning over my bare skin, Could be a talisman, Of my fantasy’s frontiers… And how could my fingers, Do all the talking; Unleashing the strength, That mesmerized me, In an awe; Resounded by gasping, Pleasure… And how did I loose, All my way, In the loops of sweet talk; Until eyes took refuge, Of sweet dreams; I pray they shall awake true, And be alive, Until eternity at last!
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Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 7:19 AM UTC
Fantasy
That's a poet Who sees the verve Even in the pained nerve Who sews with words Re-igniting the sparks of love Who can embalm pain Without the motives of gain That's a poet Who can love the storm For he can see The sunshine beyond He loves the drought too That makes him want Some showers of respite He loves the bees and bugs For they imprint the floral canvass Of his imaginations! That's a poet Who embarks the journey Of truth...of life...so real and yet unreal He weaves a carpet Between the real and virtual He strengthens the genesis For his words render a vision! Immortal deeds On the altar of timeless worship By the mortal beings!
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Feb 18, 2013
Feb 18, 2013 at 7:17 AM UTC
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