Tag: #morning
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Ahir Bhairav
The morning sun had risen up the sky, spreading the golden hue; It was gloomy due to the shroud of fog over the city. The city was waking up rubbing the sweet pleasure of sleep. The newspaper cyclist enfolded in warm clothes–mufflers and all– Was the only active, high energetic person that could be seen […]
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Morning (An Untitled Poem/Poetry)
The canvas of that winter’s late dawn–the dawn that welcomes the early morning, When the birds are little tired after its session of morning chore, When insomniac, might and often, leave sigh and said another night passed, When another few of the city woke up, the joggers and walkers and chaiwallah, Was colored with the hue of […]
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A Triptych of Romance
The Act The young Captain stands straight, his head held high,– As enemy marched forward in rapid fast way towards the camp of his company. He gave the war cry “Bharat Mata ki jai“; the small troupe of forty joined in unison– Sending chill down the spine in many of the enemy infantry–double of its […]
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Are We Taking Care? #2
Continued… –c– The spring sun was high in the sky. The singing of cuckoo could be heard. The thirty years old, once renowned, poet woke up, she was still heavy at the head. She looked around and found silence. She drowsily light a cigarette– And open her blog account to see the reactions to her poem. She […]
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Message In The Bottle: End of An Exile
Originally posted on Thoughts of Words:
{A Sequel to The Whisper: Another Day In The Veil} ? The mind is disturbed right now; Need fresh air–no it’ll be the breeze… The poet stopped at this point and looked out at the young winter morning– Outside of his big poster window…soft mild breeze was touching him–then and…
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