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Is Life Colourful?

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My two bright eyes Have begun to recognize The colours of the rainbow bright, “Do these really make our life colourful?” I asked myself. In jiffy came the reply: “It’s true that although Violet grants hue To flowers and Indigo fills Most of the rivers; Blue summons itself In dyeing the sky while Green complements the Attire of Mother Nature; Yellow reflects the prowess Of the solar king, Orange resembles The mighty fire; Red sets the marital status Of the feminine beautiful, Can we really overlook Black and White? Are these present simply To justify the stark differences, Or attributes something Of a higher realm?” My inquisitive mind replied: “Though each one of us Has the right to paint Ourselves Read more

ETERNAL WIND CHIME

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My wind chime of peace! The wind would kiss you tender and resonate the harmony so soothing, so compassionate. Take me to my long lost calm; Revive me to the core, bring back my popping colors; Tuning to your euphony I would sing to the reminiscence of my past glory. My wind chime of hope! In tranquility, you would let me dream, Let me soak in the fascination of the future unrevealed; The beauty in your melody would make me believe more in me and I would stride to taste the sweetness of the dew of fantasy. My wind chime of love! Awaken my dormant desires; Make me believe in your harmony and in the truth of ‘love’; Let me Read more

I Make Love to Me

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I make love to me……    I caress my dried scars with the slightest touch,  Slowly and softly!  I kiss my remnant feelings and let them arouse.   I try grasping hard……… Really hard!  I try grasping the black patches in my soul and bring them out, And hear them lament their story of sterile rove.  I blow them with my brightest light to let them glow even within their dark.    Yes! I end up wet……I wet my pair of eyes!   As the memories from rust and the fears inches inside my mind,  I cringe, I scream in a pitch very high.  Reaching the peak of pain and utmost stir,  I collapse in the softest bed of memory stack, Read more

Monsoonal Ramblings

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Don’t go with my smile, I hold storm in my eyes. My mind is willing to see the world, Not on cost of what u think. I have my own consent, And I go with that flow. I dance in rain, Not to hide my flood. I whirl to feel, the soothing water,I love. I climb mountains, Not to escape from this world. I ascend to challenge, the encouraging Heights,I aspire. Way to go long, Higher and higher, Its not the way u thought. Its the way “I” live.

Random Emotions

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Thoughts and words were all the same, Until that one emotion became. As music was for the deaf in tone; Without a soul, just sticks and stones. Brushes were picked for kings and queens; Their beauty ignored, but riches be seen. And Dare they erred their throats were slit. So their skies were blue, and their grass be green. But how long can you hide the passion inside, when things have this habit of getting out of hands. Thus happy we are to lose ourselves, for the will to mate and each other create. Floyd pinks in Japanese; On starry nights the seas roar; We kill and breed whatever we must; Namastasye, Namastasye! By: Divey Gupta