Be!
In the night of stars be a shooting star
In the day of lights be the sunlight
In the lives of hopeless be a ray of hope
In these times of selfishness be selfless
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Heart break!
Rainy
Were your eyes
Thunderous
Were your words
Oh Lady!
This caused
Quakes
In my heart
&
Drought
In my throat
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The abyss!
I slipped and fell
Labyrinth, was the place
Forbidden,was the entry
So was the exit
Little did I know
I fell in the abyss of feelings
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But I still!
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It took me a day!
It was just another day
I was alone in the city of dreams
Made my breakfast
Got ready and left for work
As usual, at work, no one even acknowledged my presence.
As usual, Had the sandwich made by me,alone in the cafeteria
Time flew
I reached home
I knew, even if the world ignored me, my mom wouldn’t. She always calls me at six in the evening.
I was waiting eagerly for the call.
But to my surprise, I saw her at my house.
She was acting a little weird.
This time even she ignored me.
It was the time I realised that I was dead!
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Hey girl!
When he says rain check
It is when you need a reality check
#afternoonmusings
And…
She stopped using weapons
And started using words
This injured him more than a weapon ever could
Happy Holi
Holi is an Indian festival of beautiful colours.
This is celebrated to mark the importance of goodness in the world.
Poor thing
He said “And I can sleep peacefully”
As they put him in his grave.
Kiss of death
Tired of fighting
But never scared of losing
He was lying on the bed
Waiting to be kissed by her..
#morningtalk
So I spilled….
The words in blood
Thinking that it would make an impact
Did not realise that even they can fade away
#Afternoon musings
The girl who lived!
Born in the cave
Yet she was brave
Learnt to fight
For what was right
Ready to die
But never failed to try
There came a day
And her heart couldn’t stay
It was her time
To fight the outrageous crime
She was courageous
But the world was obnoxious
She was forced to stop
Doing what was definitely not a flop
All thanks to people
With feelings feeble
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The pointless mask
It was just a week after Christmas, I was invited to a birthday bash of my neighbour who apparently is born with a silver spoon.
Not being able to deny the invite, I reached the venue. It was a masquerade theme party and as I walked through the staging area I was given a face mask.
This was the essence of the party, to hide your true face until the clock struck twelve.
Though it may sound bizarre, my point was, why do we need an extra mask to cover up our faces?
We already have humongous layers of masks on our faces.
Not knowing when the heads would fall down considering the overweight of the masks, people were greeting each other with plastic smiles and oh-so-fake attitude.
I saw people lying through their teeth.
If only the air freshner had removed the awkwardness that was present in the room!
PS
The party was just as boring as the theme.
Brain train
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Echo 34
Picture credits: vaishnavi siddhanthi
The key!
I sit infront of the portico
Thinking about my stolen dreams
I never knew who the thief was
Even if I knew,
I never had the courage to face him.
I never wanted to go to that unspoken place
That place where he hid my dreams
That place which was locked tightly using apprehensions.
That place where my dreams took a backseat
That place where dreams considered themselves to be nightmares
That place where dreams were burried alive in a coffin of compromises.
I found the key
The key to my dream yard
The key to my strength
The key to my courage
The key to the rebirth of my dreams
The key to my happy life
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Little Mr.Sandal
I bear the stink
I cannot blink
I bear the pressure
You cannot measure
I bear the foot
Along with your boot
I bear the weight
Recognise my horrible plight
Echo 22
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The abductor!
I am the kidnapper
I kidnap the sorrow
I hide it in burrow
I kidnap the filth
I keep them in stealth
I kidnap the weep
Even from the creep
I kidnap the cry
Smiles,people will buy
I kidnap the hate
Throw love as bait
Who needs me now?
I am the kidnapper and how!
Impressions!
Mr
Don’t act like a sister
You are born to be a hero
Can’t be a zero
Play with cars
Not barbie dolls
Get a job
Never sob
You can do anything
None can question you nothing
Miss
You can be a wuss
Play with barbie dolls
As you are a baby doll
You are meant for home
So you can not roam
Cover your body
Never be gaudy
Don’t dream big
It will be a flop gig
Waiting for this scenario to change!
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The pandora’s box
It was a soulless day.I was just dozing off.My mobile rings,and its my friend who tells me to leave for her estate as they have planned a theme party.
It was a five hours drive to the estate.I could see the bizzare shaped moon hanging in the crimson skies by the time I reached the farm house.Much to my horror,there was noone.Only thing that was present was utter darkness.
I was alone in the eerie looking farm house which was in the middle of nowhere.
All I could hear was the howling of the wolves and my rapidly increasing heartbeat.
Now I could here footsteps approaching me.Without even looking back I ran like a bat out of hell into the farmhouse whose doors were wide open which felt like the farmhouse wanted me to enter it.I then,shut the doors.
I searched for the knife,entered the gloomy bedroom and tried to sleep.I heard the footsteps again but only this time it was from the attic.
I tried to console myself saying that it was just a figment of my imagination.But,No it wasn’t.I could here the footsteps from the basement of the dead.
I took my courage in both hands along with the knife and an almost burntout candle and went after the footsteps.I could here the footsteps all around the house.I saw a blue light beaming like an azure sky.It was coming out of a rustic box which was beautifully carved and the word pesadilla engraved on it.I opened the box and a headless lady whose hoodie was floating in thin air appeared infront of me.
She said that her name is pesadilla and asked me to wakeup.
I was jolted awake from my frightmare.
My mobile rings.
For those who do not know pesadilla means a nightmare in Spanish.
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Dream time!
My eyes,happy looking at the goodness in people.
My thoughts,happy that they could crawl into someone else’s mind.
My nose,happy that it can breathe the aroma of inner peace.
My lips,happy that they can still smile despite of all that has happend.
My heart,happy that it has found its place.
My hands,happy that they can write some inspiring words.
My stomach,happy to find that, it always need not digest the filth but there is an option to chunder.
My legs,happy that they can jump in joy looking at the serene universe.
My soul,happy that it has wings to fly to all the mystique places.
Looking at the starry sky,my happy body drifted off to sleep.
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