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Purvi Gadia Dec 2014
I could see the daring truth in her crystal clear eyes.
They emitted a radiant kind of enigmatic enlightening light.

Before the beginning of the lie
emerged the truth , with the sudden rapidness of dams opened to flow.
Danced in her eyes,
a daring truthful show.

Looking into her eyes is a challenging dare-
to reveal all your truths.
So what will you choose,
Truth or dare?
  Nov 2014 Purvi Gadia
Justin Stewart
Slow to the jump, quick on the fall.
Falls in love, and gives it his all.
All tore up, his anxiety grows tall.
Tall list of insecurities, he lives as a thrall.
Thrall to the past, and with the past he brawls.
Brawls till he can't, gives up and falls.
Falls to the ground, lifts up and crawls.
Crawls to his room, picks himself up on the wall.
Walls up the past, climbs in bed and bawls.
Bawls himself to sleep, wakes up feeling small.
Small town where he lives, time to get on the ball.
***** up his pain and throws it away.
Time to start over. It's a brand new day.
Purvi Gadia Nov 2014
There is a FURIOUS storm knocking at my door.
The wind is HOWLING LOUDER than the wolves.
Trees trying VERY hard to fight against the strong winds and at least, kneel on their knees.
Everything unsecured is swirling around....

There is a sense of fear everywhere.
I can hear glasses SHATTER....
Things falling and slamming to the ground.

I suddenly start shivering or is it shaking.
Is it the ground below me that's moving
or me, who is trembling with fear????

It's the next day.
Everything has calmed down or so it looks.
Indeed... The city IS silent.
It has plunged into darkness.... I can no longer hear the taps go sushhh or the trees swish.
Vizag has become an eerie land, as if it has been cursed,
with all its leaves attracted by gravity and roots gazing at the sky.
The once lush green roads, can no longer be recognized.
All the modern facades made of glass, have been destroyed.
Even my friend, the phone, has left me.
Instead of walking on a cemented road, I walk on a carpet of glass, leaves and branches.

All this aside, what worries me is the 1000's of trees we have lost.
Will I ever again feel the refreshing breeze the trees exhale, when I open my window?
Will the FUTURE, have oxygen in the air or will it be in bottles to breathe????
*This poem is about the cyclone in my city and the cyclone was just how I described in this poem.
The answer to the question in the third para is: it was the bed that was shaking because of the strong winds*
Purvi Gadia Oct 2014
I just want to break free,
from this world...A living Hell.
To a place unknown,
God....Bless me well.

I'll find some Garden of Eden.
Some place where peace rests.
A land I will call home,
a place free of distress.
A picture paints a thousand words!
Is Monet a dictionaryist?
The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of Heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single,
All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle—
Why not I with thine?

See the mountains kiss high Heaven
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea—
What are all these kissings worth
If thou kiss not me?
Purvi Gadia Oct 2014
Just survived a cyclone on 12-october-2014.No loss to lives but massive, colossal damage to trees.Almost all the trees have either been uprooted or lost its branches by the cyclone travelling at 180-240 km per hour speed.

I have a few details about the cyclone in my blog and few pictures of the present city, Visakhapatnam.
I request everyone to at least have a look at the pictures.
Here's a link to the blog.
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