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Quill and Ink PRINT READY
Quill and Ink PRINT READY
Quill and Ink PRINT READY
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I
was young, younger than a sapling,
When I saw an old man traveling
With a regal gait, towards his ‘home’.
A strange place twas, with nothing but floors!
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Euphoria
F
alling, Plummeting, Tumbling and Swerving,
I plunged myself into the casket of heaven,
And to my surprise, I found nothing so extravagant,
But a meadow full of surprise.
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Three
II
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Masters of the Mediterranean
III
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Four
Ode to Solitude
S
olitude, O dear solitude,
The counsel of the lost, a bridge for the enervated,
A bird for the wingless, a torrent for the still,
Thou speak the voice of peace.
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Five
Tomorrowland
W
hen the light falls into a ceaseless abyss.
And the shadows crawl into creeks and ravines.
When life and death hang on a strand
Of myths and lore.
The day is approaching close
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Six
Unclipped Wings
I
am ready to rise and shine,
To unveil the happiness inside me.
To fly on rockets and build shrines,
To climb mountains and swim in the sea.
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Seven
A Walk Alone
I
walk, a walk, that none had walked,
A path in which no bricks were laid.
To quench the thirst of my aloof soul
I walk the path unfrequented.
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Eight
Ambit
S
tare, stare into the raven sky
The darkness ignites its void,
When the trilling sound of the bird’s wane
And you are awake in the glorious land of silence.
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Nine
Meandering miles
T
he journey is long, tiring, and tedious,
Meandering like a dale’s sea.
The road slithers ceaselessly
Towards the caves of Glee.
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Meandering miles
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Ten
Hollow Craters
D
eeper than the oceans,
Powerful than the devotions.
Even brighter than the sun,
Is your brain, second to none.
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Eleven
Nature’s Mirth
T
he rippling of the lake,
The hissing of the snake.
The swaying of the trees,
The buzzing of the bees.
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Nature’s Mirth
O Lord I thank you, for making our nature so fresh and new,
The sun, the moon, the vistas, I owe everything to You,
And fill me up with the strongest will of any man on earth,
And let me face every moment and every tiding with mirth.
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Twelve
Blessing in Disguise
C
ovid virus, a Lilliputian with a vicious mind,
Attacked the world like a stubborn child.
And inadvertently imposed the art of new normal,
Even my cat has started keeping the ‘Meow Journal’.
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Thirteen
S
wart was the night,
Swarthy was the dark night,
The night was growing colder,
The fog was heavier than a boulder,
The fire in my room was wan and white.
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Fourteen
Oblivion
T
he dolorous tales from the farfetched vaults,
The dark colours of the Ether roar,
The flexuous glens and barbed winds,
The dingy caves of the solitary empire,
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Fifteen
Profound Peace
W
rapped up in great big thoughts when relations
were not wrought.
When kindness and happiness were taught, and
wars were not fought.
Curled up in long dreams, where disparity blows off like
steam.
Where hope has a glistering gleam, and where everyone
works as a team.
Please stop the paradoxical “war is peace”, and stop being the
culprit of a decease.
See the life you ceased, see how people’s faith decreased.
Do not fire bullets like confetti, and launch missile-like
graffiti.
Not a single person is petty, and the greatest religion itself is
humanity.
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Sixteen
I
was trudging along with the swelling wave,
Kicking the sands and stones, watching the shore lave.
Angry, infuriated and sour as a lemon,
Feeling my body rage as a felon.
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Seventeen
Creeping,
Gliding
And dancing
Like gentle stream
It fell on the trees.
Penetrated the deep woods with a big glee,
It was never shy, never too old, never weak, but always a
delight,
It shined in the darkness, reflected at the seas, and continued
its duties; while the peacocks sing, ‘Let there be light’.
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Eighteen
W
“ hat can you see in this isle,” I asked to the standing
horde enjoying the ravishing vistas,
All were peaceful and tranquil, and busy in
observing, while few replied.
Their opinions were clear like crystals; their points as smooth
as a silk
But I was still uneasy as the empty brow of the hill, for I still
couldn’t lead them to the right way.
And the reply came soon as I counted the 10th wave hitting
the shore,
And he replied, “I see joy everywhere, the cry of seagulls, the
swaying of the trees
The glistening jewelled rays of the sun” But I intervened and
asked “But what about the drowning waves
And the lifeless starfishes” and again he insisted he saw hope
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Beyond the Ocean’s Wave
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Nineteen
L
ike obstacles in the race of hurdle,
Anger is the most dominating puddle.
This is the tale I witnessed from my windowsill,
Of a beautiful petunia and a soft daffodil.
lot faster(snow).
Daffodil enclosed the fragments and strangled her to meet
her friend.
And still trapped in the snow; this is how the two met each
other in the end.
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Twenty
Hunting Humanity
O
n a solitary day, of 25th May,
I read the newspaper which filled me up with
dismay.
People were still fighting in racial affairs,
And the devils were hiding in their lairs.
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Hunting Humanity
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Twenty-One
O
n and on this wind goes,
Never stopping once,
On and on this wind blows,
Never coming to a halt.
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Twenty-Two
Divine Daughters
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Twenty-Three
Daunting Dad
D
ad this poem is all about you
Your sacrifices, love, affection,
And your holy asset can’t be counted in hand
You are the toughest person, like a grain of sand
You are the bravest person I ever knew
Dad this poem is all about you
You are an icon in front of my eye
You have a heart as big as a sky
Dad, nobody can achieve the greatness that you drew
Dad this poem is all about you
Thanks for being an umbrella that saves me from the
sun
Thanks for teaching important lessons of
life, and don’t be an adversary for anyone
Thank you dad for teaching me to be generous and true
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Daunting Dad
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Twenty-Four
I
ndia the land of mystics, wonder and legendary leaders of
peaceful prowess,
The manoeuvres and endeavours of these leaders speak
for them in the pitch of loudness.
Their perpetual struggle for liberation, their yammers of pain,
For them, we are flying like a bird in, ‘Free India’ without any
disparity and disdain.
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Twenty-Five
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ou can now hear her in a muffled voice,
But she moves swiftly now.
Earlier even the lords were tensed of her trills,
She now assails with a sceptre, unknown to the fools.
You can hear her groaning for she cares for you,
While some may hear and heed no attention to this giver,
While others groan and cry and falter at their sinuous trail
While some bow and accept and listen to this crying gipsy.
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Her Majesty: The Timeless Time
No man can touch her feat, she is the haggard daughter of the
Most Powerful,
Alas! she is a maiden who just walks with her admirers,
But a great dwimmer she is, she has powers unknown to
mankind,
She is older than the sun in the sky.
Her job is very facile, she wants to meet her husband who can
match her,
But everyone she meets now is lazy and futile,
But if you run the extraordinary sinuous trail,
You will taste the sweetest fruit of your life.
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Twenty-Six
Time Tyranny
T
ick Tock, Tick Tock,
Beware your life is a clock,
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Time Tyranny
Time is old,
Time is gold
Time is bold,
Time always comes untold.
In the race of life if you have grasp time you have already
won,
A difficult situation may arise but never run.
Because time and tide wait for none,
And your time has just begun.
Knock knock !!
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Twenty-Seven
Miss Understanding
L
onger than thrice unwounded tresses,
Larger than sweet Elysian fortresses,
Older than Methuselah’s preaching.
Is our story of Miss Understanding.
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