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You have plankton me like a little modest child You have shown me the unveiling shades of shy.   Like the creepy little plants that live more in barren lands But once in a day break dries up with a step by a stand.   Your eyes make me glorify glory in assasinity, chasing the dreams with enormity I found it in your busy sheets.   Puzzled by the way to go nipped into the world of sorrow I thought you would be there But saw not a single breakthrough.   I’m still, I’m in your sunken worship and will be there till the last heartbeat.   *****Written by: Lovely Chetia*****

As I sit by your side

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As I sit by your side I realise, I have been so wrong.. This feeling of guilt is killing me inside.. Everyday I fake a smile and act strong, Now all I want for is u to be happy. I regret, for I never understood your love, I never really deserved it all.. I’m done hurting you, I don’t wanna stop u anymore.. Trust me there’s someone out there, Who needs your love more than me. Someone who would really care, Someone who will love u back much more. I apologize for all I have done, I just want u to know that I tried.. But my Heart is something I can’t control. There have been times I cried, Because Read more

A Beautiful Dream

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I woke up in a shocked way and felt my heart to be moving in a hasty sway. It was me, binded in a splendid quilt… took in a  deep breath filling me in with the sweet- smelling silt. Recalling, the episodes of last night… Of him holding me so tight. The brushing of his lips all through… Kissing me with the words ‘I LOVE YOU’. But something snaped in my mind then Last night, we were not alone… A guest was to come there, Who would be taking over the throne. I suddenly looked at my side, It was our son wrapped in his arms And he held him all with a pride… He looked so quiet and calm…!! Read more

The Alphabets

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They were young, loveable too Some straight, some twisted Some crisply cursive Shining chalk white On my innocence’s slate Till the day, they found their way Till the day, they flew away Out of my bedtime fairy tales To the yellow posters of highway protests Out of my mother’s sacred scriptures To the pink gloss at footpath stalls Out of my father’s one-act plays To the expired ration cards! Now, they are old, ugly too Some straight, some twisted Some brightly painted Overnight they run around On the cogs of printing wheels To scare me the next morning To laugh at my frailty… As i read out the headline Of the front page bleeding over my tea!

Wasted Inheritence

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He carried a spear in his hand To protect his father’s fabled land For father had taught him never to fear And to worship his land and his spear So…he waited from dusk to dawn Fervently glaring the remote horizon One morn…they came on thousand horses And valiantly he stood against the forces But…to his awe they offered him wine And four full grown turkeys to dine He threw his treasured spear…bowed down And conceded his fatherland to the crown The crown greeted him with a grin And used his spear to circumcise his skin!