Smirk

Their hands intertwinedhearts allied, destiny and fate,smirked at a distance. I had been reading Nicolas Sparks words and this haiku eventually happened. Thank you so much for reading!

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so the next time

so the next time when love knocks your door,say that you lost its keys long, long agoand you are searching, still searching,whisper word by word in love’s ears, because she’s partially deaf. ask her to wait with little patienceandinitiate a conversation,ask why she comes, gives and goes,ask why her life expectancy is short, so short,ask […]

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Colours

Our mind, it’s thoughts are like light, the reflection of several shades, of various combination, of saturations and colours.Sometimes, narrow and shallow. Sometimes, wide and telescopic. Sometimes, they are the dim spark in the end of the tunnel giving hope to get through. It is you, who can change your thoughts, alter the light’s composition […]

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Bouquet

bouquet arrived witha wish on the envelope,stays too far, yet loves enough. In response to Eugi’s weekly prompt.

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Ft.Scars to your beautiful

//oh, she don’t see, the light that’s shiningdeeper than the eyes can find itmaybe we have made her blindso she tries to cover up her painand cut her woes away’cause covergirls don’t cryafter their face is made// as the world demeans tears, fearsthe true visions, emotions of onewanes like a moon, never growing back,faces are […]

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Death

Sometimes, I find death to be the most interesting thing to think about.Would there be flowers dropping from sky,would my words fade away,would my paintings be restored,would there be angels coming from heavento carry me to their place,would there be people to cry after I’m gone, gone far away? I think about the death bed […]

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Ode to Madras

Kolams beautifying the roads, houses filled with the fragrance of agarbattis and voices of Suphrabatham are blissful morning says, my Dad.The chaotic commutations in trains and buses, the tart mango, guava sold with salt and chilli leaving us with watered mouths, busy roads with glaring horns and quarrels, full-meals in hotels and an extra cup […]

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Fall in love with me

Fall in love with me,i’ll immortalise you,your smile, your giggles,your cries, your sobs,your strengths,your weaknessesIn my poems andtreasure them inink blots. Fall in love with me,i’ll show you thebeauty in pearls,seashells,sugar beads, coffee mugs, crayons,daisies, curtains,your palms andcircles under eyes. Fall in love with me,i’ll align all my stars,tracing path to moon,to live like greatlovers […]

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Art

in the life that is blank, bleak, deficit of rain of love and care,she found her asylum in art,and hid;amidst abstracts and acrylic,in between strokes and sketches,charcoal and crayonsher haven, the canvas, an oasis. I believe in Art Therapy. I’m not exceptional in sketching or painting, I still draw Zentangle patterns, Mandalas and make very […]

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