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 Mar 2022
A poet in Paradise
I just saw you...
And the lack of brightness in your eyes confirmed I mean nothing to you...
Perhaps I never did...
It is raining...
And I am walking alone on the street...
A taxi is coming...
I need to go home...
How I wish I could just send my feelings in that taxi...
And ask the driver to take them far away from me...
I guess I can't...
So me, my broken heart and my feelings...
Will get home in that taxi...
I bet that driver never carried such a heavy load in his car...
Such is the load of pain I feel now...
On this International Women's Day, I write about a simple unknown personality, whom I luckily happen to know very closely ......

MY WOMAN OF SUBSTANCE

Achievers there are hundreds, doctors, engineers, astronauts, chartered accountants et al

But the woman of substance I admire most is, my very own Austi Jerbanu

A great person, a dedicated teacher, who actually lived by the principles she taught

A teacher who just didn't teach; she actually practised every word that she preached

Life tough was when suddenly at a tender age of six, from rich she became very poor

She lost her father; and the family its riches, within months, almost simultaneously

Kids had to go to orphanages, she went to Avabai Petit as Maayji couldn't their fees afford

Clever n outstanding in Studies, they sponsored college which she graciously declined, due to responsibilities at home

Did her teacher's training, remained unmarried to bear the responsibilities of mother n her grandma

Once an accomplished teacher; she brought a niece n nephew to this city, for education better

Along side, she knitted Kusti, n woolies, embroidered sari borders, to well educate the kids

Gave tutions to only two as per rule; but taught a dozen or so kids free

Educated her niece to a prominent surgeon become; n her nephew to a MBA become.

Then came a Bombaite, pampered by her parents, to live with her, as her niece in law

Thus grew my relationship with her into a strong bond, making her my soulmate

Soon she became my very own Jer Mummy, my treasure trove, which she will eternally remain.

Learnt I, so many things from her, but most importantly, the true values of a simple life.

My Shez n I grew up under her wings; she groomed n blossomed us, into beautiful roses

She definitely is the one, n always will be, our all. The one we love, admire and passionately adore.

MY WOMAN OF THIS CENTURY, WHO INCULCATED SO MUCH, SO SELFLESSLY, WITH HER UNCONDITIONAL LOVE. "MA WE LOVE YOU".

Armin Dutia Motashaw
 Mar 2022
Benzene
I saw my friend still look at the picture of a girl, who he used to like in his school days, whenever he gets drunk.

I saw a Grandmother who herself is too old and sick  worries about her grandchild health and appetite more than herself.

I saw my batchmate wake up at 4 o'clock in the morning to talk to his girlfriend who lives in London.

I saw people falling in love online and putting enormous efforts even though they hadn't met for a single day.

I saw old couples holding hands in a crowded metro .

I saw a person who loves a girl selflessly without expecting anything in return.

I saw so many stories
And LOVE was in everyone
Hey...all
Hope you all are doing good....
 Feb 2022
Sarita Aditya Verma

It was late
Almost midnight

The owl was up
And going about his routine

The house dog tried to get some sleep
He was up all day, chasing the strays

Dreams, awake
Await the dawn
Random thoughts
 Jan 2022
A poet in Paradise
I live on planet poetry...
A world where continents are replaced by words and dreams...
A planet where time and space don't exist...
A place where the sea is made out of sonnets...
And where the rain carries the sweet sound of verses...
A universe where the moon and the stars dance to the wind...
A galaxy where the sunrise is an ode to happiness...
And the sunset is a ray of hope...
For a better tomorrow...
Can't think of a better world...
A world where there is always hope...
It's worth  living in it...
It is easy to get inspired when breathing the atmosphere of the poetry planet...
 Jan 2022
Caleb Kyme
She is amazing
My morning star
The gods bow down to her
In her presence, all I can say is your Highness

She is nothing like the Universe has seen
Born one week before Christmas
She must be the one that guided the Maggi to Jesus

She walks majestically
The birds just can't help but sing
Nature itself is proud of her creation

She must have come from heaven
Coz she has divided my heart and thoughts
Almost to the bone and marrow

Galileo was amazed of her
He must be lucky who that shall have her
I already consider myself lucky falling for her

Space and time conjecture
Just couldn't help but let me be with her
For some time
Around her space
Is little heaven to me

Her eyes are like two golf *****
Marked with the cutest pattern of iris
Brown with shade of black
Or is it vice versa
That's the mystery of her

Not even Romeo and Juliet
Solomon in all his wisdom
Can explain the fire that is rekindled
Everytime I look into her eyes

I love her
She  loves me, maybe
But all I know is
My kingdom is void without her
For she completes me in a way like never before
Noel Sorophine
 Jan 2022
jade
they bullied you and called you names? poor little thing, i know you were only trying to play with them. im sorry dear, how about we take you a bath and braid your hair? you and me can play together after that, it’ll be much better than playing with them. it’ll be alright, darling, dont worry. i’ll make all your little cuts and scrapes better in a moment. please dont cry im sorry, i didnt mean to press down on your bruise.

wait here, let me get band aids.
thank you for reading :) its been a while, hasn’t it?
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