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M O T H E R


Majestical cook

Astonishing at-look

Cleare n pure soul

Though may u take any poll

MOTHER

Just a 6 letter word yet a complete book

Read and written by a-lot

L’est  yet not and can’t be published

Though

Man-ny have publicised her,  statuetised her

In different formats roots and spur

But when were goddes being defined by men..?

She aprons different social names

At different stages in different streams.

Yet dosent blames neither demands any fame.

Manny-a-times i fight with her ….

But then that’s what cubs of a lioness do.!

As they say …. women are born fighters as they have an extra strand in Thier DNA, men need to become one..!

PARI..THE ANGEL.,

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She flew in like an angel

Bringing with her,

Some muse from heavens

Some clues from revns

Some colours Some shades

Though mearly

Black and red were they.

 

Bright red lips

Embroidered

On white glowing gloomy face

Noticed I

As

She passed by with pace.

 

Pretty white frock she wore

Dipped and smugged

In blood red color Alo’re.

 

Curvy trunk of hers

Made a burning sensation

In my nerves.

 

May call it

My imagination

Or

My ambiguity

That I aquarius

Organised her

In my aquarelle..⚓

THE PIANO GIRL….

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Dim were the lights

Till she stepped inside

Illuminating it

With… her aura, her presence, her sigh..,

 

Her eyes 👀

Filled in with holy liquid

In which squidded

A bright green sandstone

Varnished with love in it.,

 

The table stood upright

Holding the lady

In her mighty PLIGHT

 

To support their new HEIR

Candles and fire-sticks

Glorified her glare

 

At-last

She placed

Her white bright glowing hands

On those little musical strands

 

The palace got suffocated

With those magical notes

she perforated

Out

Through dark glossy windows

coagulated in rows

 

I still remember that BEAUTY

Her splendid smile , her serenity

That night that we went

Where words were kept at rent

 

The only thing

I remember of that night

Was/Is

The melancholic music

An angel brewed with shear calmness

But

Nothing else….,

 

PAGES OF MY DIARY

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Clogged in dust

Waiting to burst

 

Bent at the edges

Demanded some poetic wages

And so then

At last

I filled I some ink

Raised the pen

And

Made a blink, …

 

Many thoughts buffered around

In so called

My thinking ground

 

I shifted the nib

Up and down

Making some writings

In her holy town

 

As my pen touched soft belly

She frowned majestically

Like a soft jelly,

 

Finally, I wrote something

On her naked soul

Good bad…?

Still looking for the poll

 

She was wrapped

In my writings from head to toe

Yet I left behind some space

Pending to doe….

Continue reading PAGES OF MY DIARY

AN UNKNOWN STARNGER

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I Stalked The Arousing Curiosity

Of How It May Feel

To Touch Her Skin ;

I Walked Calmly After Her

Dying to Commit This Blood Lust Sin;

I Prowled Behind Her Silently

Through Dark Alleys at Night

Following Her Perfumed Scent

Chasing Her Out of Sight;

I Followed the Taste Of

Rhythmic Blood Flow

Following The Hunger of Soft Flesh

And The Thirst of Her Blood

That Only I Would Know;

To My Shock

She Turned Around

Stared Right Back at Me

As If

She Felt the Feeling of This Folk;

I Was Stunned

Her Carnished Brown Eyes

Astrous….

The Face of an Angel

And

What an Angel She Was;

With A Head Bow

She Began to Tow

Her Curvy Body Towards Mine

As It Turned Nine;

Two Feeling Ran in My Veins

Joy and Fear

Joy for She Turned

Fear to Why She Did So…?

She Came Close Looked Up

And

Stole Away My Breath;

In A Soft and Clean Voice

She Spoke Something Nice

Her Cherish Red Lips

And

Her Extremely Blushing Cheeks,

What A Beauty….

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That Same Voice

Again Ran in Through My Ears

Braking My Connection

With That Heavenly Soul;

She Was Looking for Some Address

Wrapped in A Beautiful Dress

Waiting To Greet

Someone Across The Street;

Coming Back to My Gentleness

I Showed Her Destiny

Turned Around

And

Walked Away Without Looking Back Again….;

Tough I Didn’t Said Anything

But My Heart Knows What It Was Like

That Feeling, That Curiosity

Or

May Call It My Prodigy,

I Still Remember That Beauty

And Can Pen Down Her Serenity

Each Time Differently……

IRONY OF MY LIFE

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Though

Life is a journey

And

I am just an amateur

Still learnt a bit,

The high u dream

The more it pains

The more u dwell deep inside.

Despite of this

I dream,

As it keeps me alive.

Living life

Without any expectation

Makes it more soothing

At least

Ur not afraid of drowning back

And there is nothing to loose;

But without expectations

Life becomes lifeless,

Variety and diversity

Both are breathing souls.

There were days I used to spend hours on social sites

Blabbering something

Looking for something

Being

Unaware of “something “.

At beginning

I thought

I was the controller

But

By time reversal turned to reality.

That very day

I Learned something

That

Being social is good

Only when u r rich

Rich enough to entertain them

Ur so called FRIENDS

Because

After the show is over

A CLOWN holds no value.

So its good to be alone

Or be with them

Who can relive Ur pain

Rather than feeling it.

Often

People look for a puppet show in Ur life.

In past few months I have met enormous men

Seen thousands of them

Each bearing a different face

At every other occasion.

I don’t know what my life will be

Good, bad or something

Mystery remains underfunded

But

I have learned the tact of reading human faces,

Face that bears a mask

Which will change according to u,

Sounds funny ,but true.

Though there are many lessons

Enormous treasures

Which are still to be unlocked

And

To be looked upon in my life

I still search for a companion

With whom I can share my life with….

Hope some day or other

I will place myself besides one….

-ξkshayavata

A DAy WITH U

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A jar full of penny
A song to puff my ears at any 🕗
A long drive;
A glass of 🍷 wine
Coupled with
Some chicken
At nine,
Gorgeous night
Along-there
Astra-ls dine
Blinking and placing their crime;
Followed by..
A pleasant sunshine
Any birds to chime
Remembrance of UR rhyme
And U;
Tight sniffing winds
In which
By time I rinse;
Ur attire
That put me in a satire
Ur glamorous face
And that smile
Ahmm Ahmm
And U;
Sometimes
I hope for a day
A day out with U
Creating an emptiness
N
Making some happiness
To U…..😉

-ξkshayavata