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She moved her feet to nature’s tunes
Dancing in chorus of the rain
She flew with the rhythm of the wind
And lightning added to the frame

My monsoon muse got drenched in rain
While she danced in ethereal sprees
The peacocks danced along with her
And so did the mighty trees.

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01/05/2020
Inspired by the early rains 😁
The raging river tears apart
Mighty Himalayas’ sturdy frame
It pierces the mountain’s rocky heart
Burgeons, to fertilise the plains.

The mist conspires with the clouds
To pour down on the foothills weak
Which crumble across the hilly terrain
To break the traveller’s winning streak.


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14/07/2019
Prashant Shaurya Apr 2019
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The valiant king rode across
A perilous mountain pass, which
Led to a mystic who could
Dispel the chance of death at war.

He roved along the rough terrain
Through rows of shuddering pine
His journey had no sojourn till
He'd drink the elixir wine.

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The sage lived in a far flung place
Amidst mountains old as time
In that ancient talismanic cave
He reached his spiritual prime.

No man had ever seen the sage
Yet stories had been told, of those
Who sipped that miracle wine
And rose above their woes.

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The king kneeled down before the sage
To narrate his woes through prayer
Then said, pour thy mercy, my Lord,
For my nation's in despair.

The gory war's killed umpteen men
My army faces defeat
Bless and save my people, O Lord!
For the enemy won't retreat.

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The sage looked at the distressed king
Whose heartbeats had sunken low
For only the saint's miracle
Could help him fight the foe.

The sage did cast a magic spell
Pressed the ruler's armour of steel
Then said go back and fight my king
Triumph, and help your nation heal.

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17-04-2019
Prashant Shaurya Oct 2017
She held a heap of firewood
Atop her tender head
Walking down the narrow road
That led to her hamlet.

That old banyan tree couldn't
Allure her with its shade
Nor the burning sideways
Could force her pace to jade.

No sign of sorrow, grief or pain
As quiet as she could be
Would death alter her calm
Or would it set her free.

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Prashant Shaurya Sep 2017
The lovelorn waves sang sorrow's songs
While sailors grieved 'bout homeland far
For eyes couldn't see that distant place
Where sun shines bright and night has stars.

As drowning sun was bleeding red
The lovelorn waves sang sorrow's songs
'Bout Mothers ailing far away
And children weeping in dismay.

The horizon at distance glowed
While winds convulsed the sailors' hearts
The lovelorn waves sang sorrow's songs
When twilight welcomed the North Star.

The bright full moon propelled the tides
Which gave the ships new lease of life
As sailors left the shores in haste
The lovelorn waves sang sorrow's songs.


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Prashant Shaurya Sep 2017
In a world which is
Topsy-turvy round
I'd see You with
Feelings profound.

On a day when all
The world turns vile
I'd seek solace in
Your genial smile.

In springtime when
The flowers bloom
I'd dance with you in
A shimmering ballroom.

Come ride with me
On a merry-go-round
And fetch our share
Of joys abound.

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Prashant Shaurya Sep 2017
The waves whispered into my ears

Lyrical notes of songs unknown

Which mingled with the whisky fumes

To feed my senses on those tunes.



When the seaside lass held my gaze

The waves whispered into my ears

'Bout how the breeze played with her hair
And how the moon couldn't help but stare.



While whisky saved its magic spell

For stories, only time would tell

The waves whispered into my ears

To warn me that love could bring tears.



The playful breeze still brought her scent
Albeit the sun shower made her dance
Enchanted by my April muse

The waves whispered into my ears.



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