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MIRROR

My withering image in the mirror

Translates the Tale to me,

Of the light-years,

My heart travelled.

And still, it floats.

The pale Colours my body reflect

Are the rainbows I absorbed,

From all the other forms.

The patchy flakes which shed

Like a breezy Autumn morning,

I remember the knees which my head

Made to fall and scratch,

On a gritty floor of my ego.

The sacked and lifeless eyes,

which is a tattletale

Of the sparkles and fireworks,

I packed away just for me.

My God! The image I see.

I SCULPTED IT OVER TIME.

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Exorcism

A salty breeze senses the storm in my breath. My shadow lies right in front of me. What's left is just a brim as the Sun starts bidding Farewell. Gushing waves curl my toes, and with chaos on the beach, the infinite Sea baths in the moonlit ambience.

SPARKLES everywhere!

I am cold and frozen with the gloom inside. The night shifts, dawn bring the Sun to power, and my shadows hide behind. Soothing me is a drizzle, tapping my face with the approached fall. Waves keep sweeping my paths from the past. A streak of pain and All is gone!

A tear tumbles down my cheeks, and suddenly I notice the Sun standing up and ahead. I can find my Shadows no more.

Oh, so true it is!

THE SEA TAKES IT ALL.

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Lost Art

A lost art in me beckoned from beyond

And conquered me till infinity

It has outdone its limit

In me and around me

I did not found it

It reached up to me

Still catching up with the spirits

I am on a voyage

TO LEARN IT

TO EARN IT.

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Back When I Was Travelling For Solitude I Learned

Seek! Not to find but to explore.

Walking away from life to seek for life?

But do we get what we are there for?

It's all about the trust we put in Nature,

The mighty wonderful Nature!

We are in search of a place to shed what is heavy and to scour what is hard to shed.

For instance, we learn not to search for a deserted landscape, as we rarely find one.

Instead, we pause among the beings who seek the same. Striving for that one moment which we all crave for, starve for.

Sitting there, gazing at the bask of the setting sun through the mountains. Waiting for the moment, that, where even among the commotion, you feel the silence of solitude.

A wind gushes through your hair so strong that it blocks the decibels around. Even among the crowd, you are a lone survivor of your hardships.

There, and then Nature gives you for what you were there.

And you smile at its magical powers.

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Onerous Pride

Carrying the onus of pride On the coffin of her dreams She coronate her dwellers

They are Blindfolded Tough and Rough Barr to break over her eyes Spilling request to uncage

An undefined pride seek Her vibrant and bright causes Which breeze her identity

Belonging to a serene world Blissful and calm She is owned by both Her dwellers and her dreams

Rejected by ones Loosing the other

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Lonely Cycle

He ran Bare feet,

For a Landscaped tomorrow,

Etched away his cycle,

A steady buddy,

With a carrier aback.

The hands he held were travellers,

They preferred a walk,

Discarded a Marathon.

Speed chose its pace,

And now the hands were bare too.

With sweat in the eyes,

A directionless chase was at peak,

The recipe he ran for, Was "A dish for Gods".

He rubbed his hands on the dreamers

And saw a traveller passing by,

It sat on a cycle too steady and weak,

But the peddler accompanied in a push,

They crossed the line without a race.

Remorse dwelled in him for a settling speed,

They could have walked together.

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Farewell

Farewell to my Pal growing up,

Sneaking in candies when Maa is not watching

Surfing through the market

When the house is ranting

He sang like a rockstar in the silence of the house

He kept us busy with his childish hogs

Debates those went nowhere but muddle

Showing me off at worst, like I crossed a huddle

Rasgullas and Samosas were his calling

Befriending the nurses, making wails into hauling

The smile he owned, the innocence he showed

My Nanu made my world sparkle

With the spirit he honed.

This page would never end

I have used the words so meek

I wish I had more time with you

Then this dreadful peek

The picture is so vibrant

Of how you touched the lives

You left us so empty

Alone in your hive

I will see you one day beyond

I want to believe that hard

Till then, I will gasp at the eternal

Aura, you left in my heart.

Bye Nanu, I will miss you!

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Binge On the Same Old Same Old

Sitting into oblivion, I have lately realised that I barely am alone with my thoughts.

Mobile has become my escape house. May it be The Full Metal Alchemist or The Bold Type, I watch my worries and anxieties to ignorance.

Binge-watching has become a daily dose to many, and the realisation is still at par. The studies have shown that we repeatedly watch some shows because that makes us less anxious about the uncertainty.

After that read, it strikes to me - I binge on the Same Old.

How many of you have that one series which never gets old? No matter how hard we try to drift away from them, we end up being calmed by the same show we have watched umpteenth times.

Unattended problems are still problems. Nothing makes it easier than escaping the limbo of your escape house and getting real.

My Anxieties eventually grew with this habit, and I realised that I am no pro at being a lone ranger.

It was that one click, which drove me away from myself and more towards a momentary sigh.

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Human or Humane - The Stride towards Loss

Wails and cries have overcome the decibels. Are you a witness of the same?

The data charts and the government numbers are portraying a picture that is completely different from what it is.

The businesses are collapsing and thriving at the same time, with the different humane levels.

Perception altering decisions by the authority of our country might enhance the awareness of how woke we must be at this time and age.

The number of infections was to increase, but the accelerated push towards a ghastly death rate is all on the authorities.

The religion or no religion, today we are flesh and meats collapsing due to the choice we made, keeping this unrealistic idea in minds that something beyond the human race can be a protector.

Shouldering the fear and pain of billions, we are in a war with the mere system we witnessed, being possessed by power conspired and money-driven hypocrites.

The only step to take is waking up to the realisation that after we bid farewell to the closest souls to this pandemic, we have to stand for a war against them, to save humane and bring this stride towards Loss to a halt.

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Vaccination

Drowned deep

No elements in me,

A scarce feeling is now a feeling itself,

This drench left my thirst alive,

It aches the chords sour by the screams,

Trapped in the vacuum,

Search for a cure took me to a desert,

A stretch of Diamonds lying endlessly,

But what snared was an Oasis,

Inside was the Childhood.

I gazed at my free spirit,

And Gulped a drop.

Vaccination was discovered.

Since then, I chant the rhymes

of my childhood,

And my chords don't ache anymore,

Now I am hydrated.

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One More Time

Getting started with your own thing? It has been fun for me till now, but not a smooth sail through.

Landing on to the question 'what next?' is the most disturbing part.

Demarcating from the already existing competition is a challenge. Being a woman of a specific age group is an additional fight when you have just begun to explore the options to become one with your misplaced identity.

Hustle, isn't it?

Begun with a joint venture in something unexpected, I crashed like a broken remote helicopter. After cribbing a lot and crying loads, I started looking for a job. Clarity of dissatisfaction did not hold me back. I had to pay the bills and prove that I am an independent 26-year-old. Praying secretly for a fairy tale to land up in my favour, I started a job search.

That was going just fine. I might have grabbed something sustainable till now. What struck next was an opportunity to build and enjoy my art piece instead of managing and adding to someone else's creation.

Laying out some plans, creating a website from scratch, building a profile, approaching potential clients, making charts, and security of already achieved lead from a friend.

Everything was going great as the funding we expected was at the door, finally knocking to land up on my lap.

I was all set to show it off to the people who did not believe that I could.

For the awaited twist, I did not get it. That was instead a scam, and I succumbed to that.

That was my entry to the second attempt in this field.

I cannot cry enough for that, but instead, I chose to stay and see what was in the bag next.

I caught myself hanging to a quote for a long time to survive.

No matter what.... the falls destined for us are bound to happen. So play safe or go nuts! It’s the call you make and the number of falls you can take.

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From the Start

Years of writing and still every post is a new slate to sketch on. I have been wondering and exploring every genre for a while now. It has been a challenge, so I just started taking it slow and with the flow.

Commencing from the introduction, I am a woman who is striving to make something of myself. Struggling with the usual family, love and internal dilemmas.

I think most of us are alike. I might be a bit too emotional or you might be a bit less dramatic to understand this. That is fine!

It might be a takeaway for all of us, of what I must share and what you might enjoy.

I am starting with the very first poem I wrote about the first relationship that merely left me. Not that it was, way too good to be true, or way too bad to expect sympathies.

Hope anyone who reads this will be healthy - physically and emotionally.

A closed chapter in my life persists Screeching throughout my existence

It's "Barely Scathed"

I Shoveled its pages in a pyre Watching them turn to ashes It's "Barely Scathed"

Doused with oceans of smiles Masking the faces telling the story of its presence It's "Barely Scathed"

Fear scratches my soul I can discern no change in me Nothing could efface these scripts It is "Barely Scathed"

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