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pooja-shah
pooja-shah
Indian Learning to write, and writing to learn.
Often, Words elude expression And on pages blank, No ink splashes emotion. Often, Words refuse to materialize. And when parched lips part, No secrets elicit nourishment To the bleeding heart. Often, Colours play hide and seek. And inside bland lives, Never do hearts find a reason to beat and beat and beat. But often, Expression survives without the crutches of words. And even the blankness of pages Become evidence for the empty hollowness gnawing inside. But often, blurred words escape the rhizome of parched lips As they quiver and quiver in hopelessness and speak a tongue of their own. But often, Bland lives fail to seek colours and remain bland Their world turns into a living coffin While the dead caravan of numerous bones breathlessly goes on and on and on.
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Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 1:35 AM UTC
Often
What is life without pain? Whatever it is, is in vain. What is pain to do in life? If not help us rise above strife. Why our soul do we bare? Why is a moment of happiness rare? Why in eternal delirium we exist? If not to find destination past the mist. And we still praise our life and seek a petaled handle to a knife. And we still go on to breath and breath For we hope for heaven and soul to meet.
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Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 12:00 AM UTC
Life
Where are you, honey? Punish me not without a crime. Your absence makes the day not sunny, A moment without you lasts a lifetime.
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Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 12:00 AM UTC
Where Are You, Honey?
I often forget the count of the times when taunts that pierce like arrows have wounded me. I do not remember if it was once or a gazillion times that I have tasted the dust mixed with the red of my blood. I, however, smirk a little everytime I fall to the ground. I then get up again and begin my fight once more. I only hear people around me singing along to the melody of love. But I sing a song of courage and the caravan of life goes on...
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Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 5:48 AM UTC
I Sing a Song of Courage
I am your Sunfeast Protect your Angel in your embrace **I will **** that beast** With your infinite love & that evergreen grace We will be happy together.
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Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 12:17 AM UTC
Sunfeast!
Just when you thought it's all over and there's nothing left to save, it begins all over again. Life always surprises Death!
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Aug 5, 2017
Aug 5, 2017 at 12:02 AM UTC
Life
Hope is a door, a window or a tiniest space, a thinnest line between being and vaning into obscurity. Hope is a victory, a triumph or a feeling of it, over not just fear but over the depth and darkness that shrouds courage. Hope is a word, a small word in a huge world, an infinite world. But he who has hope rules infinity.
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Aug 4, 2017
Aug 4, 2017 at 12:34 AM UTC
Hope Is...
Down the memory lane of my forgetful mind, I have forgotten almost all, But you; You are still a part of, Countless flashbacks, that: Bring tears to my eyes, A smile to my lips, And love to my soul. Countless times, I have tried, To let go of you... But you always hold on my to mind, As if without each other, We would remain incomplete. Countless are the ways, By which I have managed to, Hate you hard, And end up, Loving you harder; As if, It’s easier for my being, To die countless deaths for loving you, Than to, without a thought of you, Spend countless eternities.
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May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 4:12 AM UTC
Countless
Her legs were determined to never tremble again, Her breath was never shallow since that day, She no more thought about her agonizing pain, The price for someone’s cowardice, she would never pay. The words unsaid, were no more hidden in her heart, She spoke freely; her thoughts had gained wings, A soul without fear, her spirit was ready for a new start, She was at last, herself, a human, among other human beings. Strings of hopelessness with which she was tied, Were, by her soul’s fiery rage, torn, That day, with sheer shame, a victim died, With a new cry of vigour, a fighter was born.
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Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 2:39 PM UTC
A Fighter Was Born
In the days I spend doing nothing, In the nights I spend dreaming, And amidst both the states, You are there. In my heart where I feel, In my head where I think, And where I interchange both, You are there. In my smiles that you bring, In my tears that you wipe, And in the vice-versa, You are there. In the life I live, In the death I die, And in all I do in between, You are there. Where I am there, Where I am not, And where I wish to be, You are there. Where you are, Where you are not, And where you ought to be, You are there. In my nowhere, In my everywhere, And in my elsewhere, You are there. In me, In you, In us, You are there. In the heavens, In the hell, And in this world, You are there. You are my world, You are in it, The world is you, So, you are there. In my confusion, In my solution, And as their creator, You are there. You are there, I believe. I do. Even when I don’t, You are there. I love you, And I hate you. For with me, forever, You are there. Even as I write this, The words whisper, And are evidence that, You are there. Smiling, you stand there, Radiating love, always, You are so far, Yet, you are there. You are there, With me Near me, and away, But I don’t mind, Near or away, With your love And mine, Completing Us, Today, I am proud to say, You are there. You are there, You are there.
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Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 5:00 AM UTC
You Are There