Category: English Poetry

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Wind withers;
Fragrance fades;
Thorns tear;
Yet we walked
Hands locked.
Stroll together!

A little withered;
A little faded;
A little rough;
Yet we walk,
Hands locked.
Still together!

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Lashing on their faces,
dishevelling their clothes,
goose pimples on skin,

The crisp morning wind
gave a signal to the
unaware riders of solitude

Biting their lips
surmounted by lust
they surrendered

They had to choose;
to win their world back
or wither away in wilderness

Its not that I couldnt have taken out even five minutes to update on whats happening in my life, its just that i did not feel like. Being busy was a good excuse.
A lot happened during past couple of weeks but it wasnt anything out of ordinary. Not that I have anything specific to write today, its just that i have the inclination to write.
When I was 16 I would keep filling pages of my diary with any thought that came to my mind, i was an introvert and the most easy way to express myself was to write. I wrote best of my poetry at that time – as i finished college and became a “mass communication” professional – I started talking more, the need for writing to express lessened. I had willing ears to listen to me, I wrote less and less..
Today I feel i have gone back to being that 16 year old and am just writing whatever is coming to my mind – i love it this way – writing not for anybody to read -writing for myself.

I will not utter a word
still you understand
My eyes speak
and you reciprocate
Silence resonates
its the language of caring and
sharing the bond of love
Silence is not a barrier
we walk this bridge