Category: Muse
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My House is Not Dead
How much is a home celebrated, When it is given a life, As if everything has congregated To make it sanct, new, and decorated. Over the years, it loses its glimmer, Converts to a sojourn, in some other years, It is too old to habitat for humans. They pack and leave in search of a…
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I Am Losing and Winning
I sat beside my bed, waiting to sleep, Night reaches footsteps And creeps on my skin. It sings a lullaby, A voice I hear of my mom, To sleep. Tossing and turning, Spending tears to realize this And learn that. I can sleep, But I do not want to, Let this night be the darkest…
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Ikigai: The Reason Of Being
Sitting inside my room, I see the thunder whoop to my room. Desperate rainwater gushes down, From the opened up cracks and crevices, And I instantly realise that I have to go out and fix this, I need to rush out to fix that.The rain is not stopping, And there is an ocean, I Imagine,…
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Dimensional Paradox
5 stars on my wrist, Aligned in a line, Shines and speaks out loud, Reminding me of the galaxy lying on the pin’s point. Smaller enough that after losing a person, We soon meet him in the 4th dimension called time, Maybe in future or in past. These stars, They fade and vanish, But soon…
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Just Be!
Tuck your insecurities under the bedsheet And lie on them naked, This is nothing but a reminder, That you are superior than anything. If you are feeling demotivated or sad, Just drink an ounce of that nectar Which you consider holy. Pretend who you want to be And let pressure drain your worries away. I…
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The Mighty Man!
I want to color all those paintings, With human eyes which look sad and demotivated, Because they are not being watched. A lot was put into those by the painters, I suppose. I am no artist, But I observe. I want to take everyone to those exhibitions Who are unhappy and messing with their own…
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Scars
I have some scars left in open to survive Like an abandoned ship in the sea. I have a fear inside me Which pisses me off every goddamn time I think about it. No, I have not done any wrong, The circumstances were just adverse, And I was too lazy to think That I was…
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Morning Bird!
I am grateful to the Mornings Which take me out And push me harder from my deep slumbers. As I go out and touch the soft air, My heart bursts into happiness bare. As I step out and feel the rhythms, I feel thankful for being so adamant, For getting up without weigh For continuous…
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She
A smiling face, With visible rib cage. Dirt on her legs And generosity in hands. I passed in future, But stood in present. Looking for some shrunken bananas, I bought some and her hand raised, To bless. No language, No signs, just eyes which speak, The language forgotten but very unique, Called care. Daily I…
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Poem: Dear Girls!
Welcome to my party, We can collaborate. There is your booze and there, the cigars. In my kitchen, there is some homecooked food too. Groove! Groove! Groove! You are allowed. Talk! Talk! Talk! It is all fine. Advices will be served, if you want. Think this home as a book in your hand. I want…
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Poem: Checklist
You will feel your mind flooded And eyes filled with nothingness, As those heavenly drops will fall upon you. You will find yourself fully complete And worthy when you have dusted the list Of achievements, you have made yourself. Consider money is your restful sleep And this nature your owner. Submerge your ugliness And you…
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Dear Bully!
I see friends going to parties without me. An empty classroom, with teachers teaching only me. Subjects being – The art of being nice And the techniques to attract friends. I open my tiffin box to see, That my mom forgot to pack me, friends. I see some girls laughing over there. Some boys standing…
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Poem: Dear Crush!
Dear Crush, You do not know me, But yet unknowingly, You make the fire burn in my heart. An unknown touch leads the butterflies to pave a way in my stomach, Which may be are in the restful state before that gesture. Yes, I never want you to hang out with any other girl, Yes,…
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Poem: Dear Stalker!
Laced with shiny glued syrup to your tongue, You didnot say a word to me. But rolled your tires, As I ran from you, Choked for air. I remember, How you brushed your chest on mine In a crowd, filled with people. And I always thought, I was vulnerable while I was alone. Chuckles. Realizing…
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Poem: A horrific Dream
The place called home comes regularly in my dreams, How loved it is before, And how terrifying it becomes after. We want to meet them badly And still there we stand hopelessly. While I hold my breath to not let the dream go, I yearn and wish for the catastrophy to stop. I am harshly…
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Poem: Transgender
And then suddenly they resisted taking me to birthday parties. They stopped daring me, Picking me when they could. I stood right there But why god did they not care? Untouchable they made me, Jokes were always pitching on me, Made teams and never invited me. I liked a girl, She too started to hate…
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Poem : Layers
There is a light, Coming from behind. I don’t know, if it is far or near, But believe me, it’s there. When I tell you That you are a small droplet of water in the cloud, And it feels black from all around, Believe me, you will make it to the hill and then the…
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Poem: Happy Tears
If you believe that happy tears are fake, Just wait. And when the time comes, Try to catch those beautifully created moments, Preserved only for you, By god, Which you will get in future. Just don’t forget to drown in those.
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Poem : Wheel
A place appeared in my dreams. Blur views. Crystal clear memories. I do remember faces. Petty fights. Ingenuous laughter. Colorful holi. Happiness of electricity. That place which I left, Now for about 20 years. That destination was my home once. Leftover memories, With more such people. A loop is continuing, still. It is still a…
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Poem : Chalk
Have you ever wondered, How a piece of chalk dies a slow death. While the person unknowingly breaks its head, some pieces of its soul fall down, On ground. Others they live in the form of words. Some play with each other in the cursive written words, And some others are just segregated in the…
Supriya Sahu 