stuti-tripathi - Hello Poetry

O dear time, I blink my eyes and you pass.. pinching my attention.. making me realize how far you have taken me with you that when I look back.. I see a long endless bridge of ceremonious past built with the bricks of an immensely spirited childhood and a carefree wonderful teenage.. and now when I turn back to see forward.. *All I can see is the mosaic you have constructed.. with the streaks and dazzles of an unseen future.. which is calling my novice feet to walk on its Zigzag path*...

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Jun 1, 2016

Jun 1, 2016 at 11:49 PM UTC

The Zigzag Path

O dear time, I blink my eyes and you pass.. pinching my attention.. making me realize how far you have taken me with you that when I look back.. I see a long endless bridge of ceremonious past built with the bricks of an immensely spirited childhood and a carefree wonderful teenage.. and now when I turn back to see forward.. *All I can see is the mosaic you have constructed.. with the streaks and dazzles of an unseen future.. which is calling my novice feet to walk on its Zigzag path*...

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"Come back to me.. I will honor you as my future bride" Those glittering eyes wanted his mermaid back to his side.. Years ago, when he left her broken.. Erasing the scribbles of her heart ,yet unspoken.. By this time every single drop of her love got thoroughly evaporated all above the brook of mighty lust and desire.. She had become the spark of her own fire.. Gracefully,she replied-"The past can never come back to you.. One who disregarded my choices should not call his love true..!!" *Resolved, Resolute and Earnest than ever Today, she respects the vastness of her new sky.. Radiating the rays of peace from that smile.. She bade him her last, the last goodbye..*

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May 10, 2016

May 10, 2016 at 10:26 PM UTC

_The Future Bride_

"Come back to me.. I will honor you as my future bride" Those glittering eyes wanted his mermaid back to his side.. Years ago, when he left her broken.. Erasing the scribbles of her heart ,yet unspoken.. By this time every single drop of her love got thoroughly evaporated all above the brook of mighty lust and desire.. She had become the spark of her own fire.. Gracefully,she replied-"The past can never come back to you.. One who disregarded my choices should not call his love true..!!" *Resolved, Resolute and Earnest than ever Today, she respects the vastness of her new sky.. Radiating the rays of peace from that smile.. She bade him her last, the last goodbye..*

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A garland I wear made of flowers of the past.. A fragrance it spreads to the nostrils of my heart.. And the flowers grow heavier every single day.. making my shoulders so weak to face 'today'.. *May the thorns of today and the bushes of tomorrow help me move on, making those flowers hollow..*

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May 5, 2016

May 5, 2016 at 2:45 PM UTC

The Garland Of Past

A garland I wear made of flowers of the past.. A fragrance it spreads to the nostrils of my heart.. And the flowers grow heavier every single day.. making my shoulders so weak to face 'today'.. *May the thorns of today and the bushes of tomorrow help me move on, making those flowers hollow..*

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That day turned out to be the most beautiful day for her to cherish... Her pale face had finally got a reason to smile.. Swinging with amusement in her semi stitched rags.. She was utterly colored with the rainbow for a while.. The pocket she had, could feel the coins jingling.. *It was like the first shower of rain falling on the land of her heart.. Finally, She could answer her 'a week old' hunger.. Someone pitied her poor hands and gave her life a short lived start..*

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Apr 29, 2016

Apr 29, 2016 at 3:45 PM UTC

__Finally, Someone Made Her Day..!!__

That day turned out to be the most beautiful day for her to cherish... Her pale face had finally got a reason to smile.. Swinging with amusement in her semi stitched rags.. She was utterly colored with the rainbow for a while.. The pocket she had, could feel the coins jingling.. *It was like the first shower of rain falling on the land of her heart.. Finally, She could answer her 'a week old' hunger.. Someone pitied her poor hands and gave her life a short lived start..*

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The sun dipped down to meet the sea water and the shore saw those barefoot friends... *The shareholders of the old splendid days and a classy tale*.. Soon the warm reddish rays sprinkled to every corner of the sky.. So firm was the hold of the hands that they had been using to tease each other and run away to hide in a place nearby.. They knew that the breeze of every day in these four years that they had breathed out merrily is never going to be cast again in the shadows of their lives.. Scribbling their names in the sand that got drenched by their tears and the low tides of the waggish water.. They left and walked towards the different ways leaving behind the glorious and rich saga, and taking along with them- *The timeless stock of memories scratched to keep their every single nerve full of rejoices forever*..

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Mar 30, 2016

Mar 30, 2016 at 2:59 AM UTC

_Timeless_

The sun dipped down to meet the sea water and the shore saw those barefoot friends... *The shareholders of the old splendid days and a classy tale*.. Soon the warm reddish rays sprinkled to every corner of the sky.. So firm was the hold of the hands that they had been using to tease each other and run away to hide in a place nearby.. They knew that the breeze of every day in these four years that they had breathed out merrily is never going to be cast again in the shadows of their lives.. Scribbling their names in the sand that got drenched by their tears and the low tides of the waggish water.. They left and walked towards the different ways leaving behind the glorious and rich saga, and taking along with them- *The timeless stock of memories scratched to keep their every single nerve full of rejoices forever*..

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I climbed the dark heaven to meet myself alone.. To smell all the roses and espy the stone.. Nevertheless, the cloud was frozen and the breeze was calm.. I saw her descending and coinciding with my palm.. Her plain white vesture was contrasting my red.. She was diffusing the divinity that I could not even bled.. Our faces were same but our aces were inverse.. She owned one whole entity while I was a disperse.. The moment was priceless and so were my emotions.. It was indeed the most breathtaking phase to my notions.. My other twin was bounded with a definite time span.. She was entirely a woman with the heart of a man.. *"You don't live inside me, I have never sensed you inside, Painted with shyness, you rather live like a bride*.." I peeled up my heart and had the eagerness to know.. If the sun lives in me, then why do I fall like the snow.. She smiled and glared down on me with the rays of her starkness and told me how sturdily I have been lidded under the darkness.. Holding the flowers, she stands in the island of my soul.. She ponders my echo and waits for the control.. She imparts her colors when my pallet runs out.. but puts on her cloak when my demon comes out.. Surprisingly, I asked "You are my part. Why don't you fight out..!?" She had an answer. She works eternally from the hideout.. In the midst of the stirring stillness, she reminded that I had to leave.. Ironically, I could not crave for what I had been dying to receive.. The same ladder showed up and slanted me back to my nook.. and the wind narrating slowly what I had given while what I had took.. *I returned to my place which was as murkier as ever.. I sensed the time-It was cursive and clever.. Perhaps I will reap more strength to deflect the chirping into the roar... to mend every single lapse and bring her back someday on my door*..

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Mar 26, 2016

Mar 26, 2016 at 2:15 PM UTC

--An Encounter With My Twin Soul--

I climbed the dark heaven to meet myself alone.. To smell all the roses and espy the stone.. Nevertheless, the cloud was frozen and the breeze was calm.. I saw her descending and coinciding with my palm.. Her plain white vesture was contrasting my red.. She was diffusing the divinity that I could not even bled.. Our faces were same but our aces were inverse.. She owned one whole entity while I was a disperse.. The moment was priceless and so were my emotions.. It was indeed the most breathtaking phase to my notions.. My other twin was bounded with a definite time span.. She was entirely a woman with the heart of a man.. *"You don't live inside me, I have never sensed you inside, Painted with shyness, you rather live like a bride*.." I peeled up my heart and had the eagerness to know.. If the sun lives in me, then why do I fall like the snow.. She smiled and glared down on me with the rays of her starkness and told me how sturdily I have been lidded under the darkness.. Holding the flowers, she stands in the island of my soul.. She ponders my echo and waits for the control.. She imparts her colors when my pallet runs out.. but puts on her cloak when my demon comes out.. Surprisingly, I asked "You are my part. Why don't you fight out..!?" She had an answer. She works eternally from the hideout.. In the midst of the stirring stillness, she reminded that I had to leave.. Ironically, I could not crave for what I had been dying to receive.. The same ladder showed up and slanted me back to my nook.. and the wind narrating slowly what I had given while what I had took.. *I returned to my place which was as murkier as ever.. I sensed the time-It was cursive and clever.. Perhaps I will reap more strength to deflect the chirping into the roar... to mend every single lapse and bring her back someday on my door*..

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सूखी स्याही बैठी हूँ सन्नाटे में.....मन मे लेकिन शोर है..... उजाले से लिपटी हूँ.....पर अंधेरा हर ओर है..... कुछ हसरतें हैं मन में.....जो सिकुङ-सिकुङ के रहती हैं..... बह जाने की धुन मे न जानें क्या क्या सहती हैं..... जेब की भार की चाह ने देखो क्या बना दिया..... मंजिलों को छोङकर भेङचाल को पनाह दिया..... कदम तो चलना सीख गए लेकिन थिरकना भूल गए..... खिला दिए फूल पर महक छिङकना भूल गए..... न फिकर थी,न जश्न था..अब मैं जिंदगी की गुलाम हूँ..... पहचान पत्र लगा के आज भी गुमनाम हूँ..... दूसरों की बहुत पढी..सोचा चलो खुद की कहानी लिखा दूँ..... कोरे पन्नों को समेटूँ और सूखी स्याही गिरा दूँ..... -स्तुति त्रिपाठी

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Mar 17, 2016

Mar 17, 2016 at 3:54 AM UTC

सूखी स्याही

सूखी स्याही बैठी हूँ सन्नाटे में.....मन मे लेकिन शोर है..... उजाले से लिपटी हूँ.....पर अंधेरा हर ओर है..... कुछ हसरतें हैं मन में.....जो सिकुङ-सिकुङ के रहती हैं..... बह जाने की धुन मे न जानें क्या क्या सहती हैं..... जेब की भार की चाह ने देखो क्या बना दिया..... मंजिलों को छोङकर भेङचाल को पनाह दिया..... कदम तो चलना सीख गए लेकिन थिरकना भूल गए..... खिला दिए फूल पर महक छिङकना भूल गए..... न फिकर थी,न जश्न था..अब मैं जिंदगी की गुलाम हूँ..... पहचान पत्र लगा के आज भी गुमनाम हूँ..... दूसरों की बहुत पढी..सोचा चलो खुद की कहानी लिखा दूँ..... कोरे पन्नों को समेटूँ और सूखी स्याही गिरा दूँ..... -स्तुति त्रिपाठी

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The slideshows keep on flashing in my eyes.. This sinless, innocent girl has grown to be wise.. From riding on a swing in the lap of my mother.. and sobbing secretly after fight with the brother.. The father's little Serin has built up her wings.. Set up to face the autumns and the springs.. The big and magnificent aura in which I elevate every year.. I welcome my day with both fear and cheer.. The set of balloons, banners and streamers arranged.. The chocolate cake on the table and the gifts exchanged.. The memories alive have kept me alive.. The happiness which I gather; I instantly archive.. On this day, I pray to god at the rate of my blinks.. Though, he answers me sometimes with his misty blinks.. But, the canvas is vast and the palette is laden.. Each day, I rise and mature to be maiden.. Yes, I am the sailor.. The sea is mine.. I am the sun and my job is to shine.. - Stuti Tripathi

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Mar 17, 2016

Mar 17, 2016 at 3:53 AM UTC

Growing up with Birthdays

The slideshows keep on flashing in my eyes.. This sinless, innocent girl has grown to be wise.. From riding on a swing in the lap of my mother.. and sobbing secretly after fight with the brother.. The father's little Serin has built up her wings.. Set up to face the autumns and the springs.. The big and magnificent aura in which I elevate every year.. I welcome my day with both fear and cheer.. The set of balloons, banners and streamers arranged.. The chocolate cake on the table and the gifts exchanged.. The memories alive have kept me alive.. The happiness which I gather; I instantly archive.. On this day, I pray to god at the rate of my blinks.. Though, he answers me sometimes with his misty blinks.. But, the canvas is vast and the palette is laden.. Each day, I rise and mature to be maiden.. Yes, I am the sailor.. The sea is mine.. I am the sun and my job is to shine.. - Stuti Tripathi

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