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sneha mundari Apr 2014
Splashed ink,
yellow pages,
&
black coffee.

Lazy winter mornings I reminisce.
Its hard to let it go behind.
-

Vivid Colourful flowers,
fresh evergreen feelings
&
just me.

Joyful Spring I am living now.
Its hard to hold on to.
© 2014 by Sneha Mundari. All rights reserved.
sneha mundari Apr 2014
सुलाए  जो अरमान थे मैने अपने,
जगाया ही क्यों?

इच्छा थी यह तुम्हारी.
फिर नज़र लगाया ही क्यों?
© 2014 by Sneha Mundari. All rights reserved.
sneha mundari Apr 2014
Those marks on your skin is the proof of existence of my love, its not invisible at least like words coming out from your heart.
Where are you?
Am tired of searching you.
Those dreams in my sleep is the proof of your existence being true,but why can't I see you?
Am tired of searching your love.
© 2014 by Sneha Mundari. All rights reserved.
sneha mundari Apr 2014
You are dealing with a dangerous man, my lady said the dark knight..
Am on a voyage looking for beauties, neither like a moon nor that starry nights.

I was waiting like a watchman down the lighthouse counting every single grain of sand on the shore.
They came and then they went back silently without even noticing my presence.
Was I invisible?
Or my breath wasn’t audible enough for their soul?
© 2014 by Sneha Mundari. All rights reserved.
sneha mundari Apr 2014
A movie being played in the background with ears
staring on the cell phone waiting for a call ,
eyes wide shut with overdose of lack of insomnia and
there's beer in one hand and laptop on another trying
to digest the revelations this season to quench the thirst
of friendly stranger's envious egoistic minds and mentality.

A movie being played in reality of my life ,
is entertaining than the fictitious one of my dreams.
© 2014 by Sneha Mundari. All rights reserved.
sneha mundari Apr 2014
I disowned my baby with my very own hands,
why blame others for not loving it as I did once ?

I don't have any memories of it in pictures or letters,
just in my head and heart,
why blame others for not capturing or keeping one remembrance.
© 2014 by Sneha Mundari. All rights reserved.
sneha mundari Mar 2014
I would
be ready to mourn
for your body
than
to see you alive
in death bed
of memories.

I would
be fine to lose
you
than
your memories
inside me.

You would
smile gently
at me
rather than
a frown
looking at me
saying,
"I would be fine.
I would be fine."

- An ode to the Alzheimer's disease from a patient .
© 2014 by Sneha Mundari. All rights reserved.
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