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I woke up in the morning,
And it was a bright day;
Glowing with sunlight,
Blooming with flowers,
Parting with stars.
How beautiful the night was,
But more beautiful was the day.
Whatever, good or bad,
Yesterday was lost,
Yesterday in the moon.
Today I had to look forward
For the next day.
And I had to give my best today
To those
Who couldn’t afford it yesterday.
They say,
They couldn’t get it yesterday,
So it was lost,
But I say,
They can still get it Today.
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by Ila
Life were a bed of roses,
Rhymes danced many faces,
Hinders frightened past our ways,
Each moment, gaiety sways.
If…
Dreams, stray in the midst,
Of desires, fluttered.
Roving in the airs,
Sparklingly scattered.
Each stone imbibes fortune,
For fortune showers dry noons.
In those golden springs,
Of divine profusions,
Heavens would nestle,
In the bottoms of our souls.
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by ELA
Splashing on my face,
This water seems to have brought
The dilemma of many days.
Why, I wonder,
Does it ponder,
Over the depths it could not reach,
Over the splendors it could not bleach.
Falling as Rain,
Under the gravity of many hearts,
It unfailingly leaves its trail,
On every object.
Yet many a object
Seem to burn,
Ignited by the dearth of their senses,
Flamed by the floods of their penances.
Water, Water,
Not my eyes,
But drench my soul.
Imbibe in me the passion,
To float on dead leaves.
And when the need be,
Dry up my ecstasy
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written by Ela
Nature Gives
Grapple the world of nature,
Promising a boon to life.
Sow the seeds of freshness
To grow them greener & greener,
Day by day.
The leaves of these trees
Tickle your fantasy bone.
How fresh,
How clean
With the purity of elixirs,
That melts your congealed senses.
Green Earth
Is the ultimate choice to survival;
The sooner you understand,
The sooner you reveal,
The mysteries of
A cleanly pasteled world of triumphs |
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My Friend
Pray, let it be
My doom is your retreat.
Me longing from faraway,
Let that horizon be your feast.
If that serves you good,
Make my failure keep you upbeat.
Dwindling in the reigns of fate,
Will I fall for your sake.
Like a sigh, like a yawn,
My presence you will inhale.
Amidst the ruins of my joys,
Will you find a golden passage
Like a drop, like a tear,
My memories will you drink.
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CRUSHED & LOST- by ILA
Pieces of mirror,
Reveal a pattern.
Alas! My face is lost.
Or is the mirror shy?
In this cage of agony,
Where do the images fly?
I do see,
A blurred shadow.
But is it mine,
Or the Mirror’s?
Not unlike its,
Is my spirit scattered.
Though more distorted
Is its pattern,
Much dispersed
Its ruins.
Just wish,
I had handled it with gratitude.
Though solitary,
But wouldn’t have it break its mute.
Melancholic in its refrain,
At least would have retained its tune.
Had I not crushed it,
It would have remained intact.
Eloquent in its gaze,
My face would have been a fact.
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Lump in my Throat
There’s a lump in my throat.
It refuses to mellow down,
And neither does it grow.
Hard stricken by its weight,
My breath does abate
It is merciless & passionate,
Refuses to budge from its space.
However hard do I try,
My speech refuses to keep apace,
And my voice is all that it takes
Perhaps, it, too is bereaved,
Like I am.
Sitting in the dark,
May be, it has pictured the murky world.
Fuming in the inner fluids
It cynically absolves trespass
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Black and White
The day is red with the memory of blood
The memory itself is white with tranquility
The blue of the sky looks at the green of this earth
With a salute to its saffron antiquity.
The golden dawn out of the ashen night
The gray-black of iron out of the green of fields
The smoky roads and the see-through streams
The excited red holding silvery shields.
The black of hearts ink the leaf
While the maroon tilak flushes the eye
No green in safe, colourless is the platter
Like the rainbow of colours,
Another independence day comes and goes…
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POETRY
