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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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Faces of Dimension
One is past and one is future, The feeling that something is always looking, Always behind us, keeps sinking Within us and makes a way To our hearts so deep that We ignore the lingering future. The good happy days of the present And the fortune of tomorrow. The present always seeps From the holes…
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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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Travel Stop: Haridwar+Rishikesh
After canceling a lot of other plans, insisting my college teachers to take my tests later, filing some false doctor reports for postponing the exam dates, insisting my parents, I finally packed my bags to take a plunge and go wild into the beauty of Rishikesh and Haridwar.
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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: Dimensions
Meet me. Straight then left. There is a tea shop, Numbered 93, on street number 40. You like me. And I like Tea. We will go up To the terrace With the wind, We will sway Together. Then we will order food, From the diagonal food counter. You come back, I will give you a…
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Poem : Talks
When I thought of loving somebody, I meant that I will fill him with all my words And all my emotions Because everything else can be faked.
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Poem : Wall
That dilapidated wall has some unused corners, There are no trace of the chalk marks. Rusted, oxygen and water deprived personified wall Has lost its identity And converted to a charcoal.
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Granny: Oh! She is a Diva
I feel something in my veins, And it is not just blood. It’s is the lava out of my brain, And the pain of my adrenaline Which cries inside deep, And burn me from within. Here I go, With the rain, With the storm. Here I run out of this world Where I do not…
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Poem : I am …
Precisely, I am 12 years of copying and styling 7 years of confusion, 4 years of stubbornness and fun, 2 months of settlement in new city, And now 90 days of emotion.
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Poem : Time
Time, Hey bro!! I know you have the ability to haul me with yourself. But please know that life is more than ticking on clock And getting ready to tick more.
Supriya Sahu 