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Mansi tyagi Jun 2018
Me and you in this populace,
Traced as a coincidence in the preordain.

Everyone who i come across,
Is a beautiful coincidence in this city.

Just few have been an awe-inspiring ones!
For this to happen was encarved in the destiny.

Walking down the promenade,
Where coincidence met KISMET.

In a tapestry of shimmering shades,
A déjà vu that looks more like souvenir.

Though a synergy unknowingly they share,
Still whispering,Is this coincidence a dust or mist about which hardly people care.
277 · Apr 2017
Chasing-'The Lost'
Mansi tyagi Apr 2017
Window's peak through the evening mist
Lovely lights and the season's twist

Eye catching was the nature serene
Look out how beautiful it has been

Single glance will cherish you
Whistling air and surrounding's hue

No other joy in the world can compensate
The everlasting divinity's extinction rate

Human's seldom realize
What infliction of pain is like

When he is deaf to the pain of other human
How would he listen to nature's which seems so quiet??
277 · Apr 2017
Time is mightier!
Mansi tyagi Apr 2017
Time flies away the vast expanse of life
It cures away the deep wounds of conspirator's knife
What left are the bright fading memories
Within words can be casted into salvaging glories
What is dreamt of seldom happens
Time's mighty enough to decide when it happens
Strange enough when everything leads to monotony
It has the ultimate power to grow elation and despair, that's the irony
260 · Jun 2018
Once in a NIGHTMARE!
Mansi tyagi Jun 2018
Once in a nightmare,
I admit the fear that entangled me.

Those apocalyptic eyes,
reciting commands in a not so accustomed husky croaks.

The mystifying boundless land,
niched with surreal inhabitants.

Perched nearby a bird of passage,
forlorn, dolefully singing an inexplicable melancholy.

The blustery sky was all there, bountifully bolstering up
An underlying enmity of the tempestuous outlast.

No clue that could dispel the gusty gloom utopianly.
Even the all-curing outpour grew only cypress around,
then what sustaining hope to lay trust on.

And all this has left me to the indifferent solitude ,
blenching for response to my unresolved perplexion.

I long for truth that brings such satisfaction,
to the craving in my bones.

What can i do but shun me!
Until i carve out these words.....
219 · May 2018
Just another girl!
Mansi tyagi May 2018
Neither a feminist nor an exaggerator,
Just in search, where was the flaw made by the creator?
Heard of talks on equality!.....Hey!Now listen!
See real and remain anchored to the reality.

So now let's assume it's her fault,
I'm not saying she can't commit one!
I'm not saying she's always the victim!

But once she was shocked to hear,
"It's your smile or better call it the other way...
It is when you laugh among people,
Which creates the whole issue,
And this is why "people" stalk you."

How hilarious is that , now she cannot even guide her own smiles.
It's fine, it happens once in a lifetime,
And they won't see the same old girl next time.

Clearly, because the solutions offered were as follows.....
1- avoid ......No?...Well you have
                                 another one
2-ignore........Pretty yea??....No? Go for
                                             the next then!
3-neglect...... And the last which is in
                         trend these days..
4-block!!!!!!

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