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Shrutika Banot Nov 2020
As I peeped into the past,
which was just before me.
I was gazing at the stars, stretched to infinity
into The Night Sky!

The  tranquility of the moment flew me away,
Away from the random labyrinth of thoughts,
Thoughts, I didn't know I was ensnared into.

Absolved I am here now.

I know I am gaping at the stars which faded in the PAST,
I know I am still here, caught in the PRESENT,
I know I could not be back to the FUTURE.

Thus,
I no more exist in time, I exist in moments.
Moments I cherish,
Moments I lives,
They defy TIME,
They are MY FOREVER!
A reflection of what  I exactly felt while gaping at the night sky on a moonless night.
Shrutika Banot Jun 2019
The night sky I gawked upon approached soon,

As the fierce man got wary of the nightfall,

Proceed to return with the dawn of June.

Just then on the night sky the stars crawl.



They glimmered to welcome their queen,

There came the shield-maiden with her feisty dazzling light.

Positioned on her throne of firmament just to glean.

She is a corpulent and charming but she is complete and contented tonight.



I ogle Orion hunting bright in the sky,

Ursa major comes into notice and leads to Polaris high.


Silence is the only thing I can hear,

Dark night sky made my heart free of fear.

It is no longer caged in limelight,

Oblivious to anything but the moonlight.
Shrutika Banot Jun 2019
Whenever you say I don't care,
I know you are always there.

Maybe in your life,I am not an important part,
But we are never apart.

The way you tease,
Makes me stronger with ease.

I would be:
MOON without PHASES,BOOK without PAGES,
With your absence on my side,and feelings you hide.

You always stood for me,
I hope never apart are we.

To let you know I am fine,
And you are my LIFELINE.
This was written when I was 13.
Please ignore the flaws you find,as I do not mind editing it.
Shrutika Banot Jun 2019
The people who call it a melodrama,
Listen to the cry!

We are;
heart of humanity,
ocean of trust,
cosmos of faith.

The asinine's call us sensitive!
If you cry,there is no one to console!
If you weep, there is no wag to make you laugh!
Don't turn peace to backlash!

We are never atrocious,
But secretly audacious.
Not RAINBOWS in LIGHT,
But AURORAS in DARK!!

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