arpita QQQ Poems

Here i am, another week, another day
Wondering, how some more of that time has slipped away.
Here i am, just a body, one among so many,
That is tossed upon the sands, like a nickle, like a penny.
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I still have nine hours to go,
Wish time would stop or go real slow,
Thats the pile I have to read,
Before even considering sleep.
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Knocking at the door,
In the middle of the night,
At half past four
When i switched off the light
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Met him at a party last week,
A man of manners and sapience deep.
But what struck me most,
About our very cordial host.
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Butterflies upon their wings,
Fluttering as angels sing.
Blossoms swaying in the breeze,
With careless mirth of a reckless tease.
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Fritter, fry or boil, you may,
There's nothing like a potato today.
Cheapest veggie you can buy,
Purchase big bags without a sigh!
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She follows me wherever i go,
Reflecting each mood as they come
As they go-
Unceasing, untiring, unwavering
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Of friendship and a pseudo room mate
What do I have to say?
Except that forever I d be around
When she needs me night or day!
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This city of joy, of mirth, of life. Oh Delhi!
I return to your womb with memories of a coffee bar bell.
Spun over hours of idle talk and banter
Of laughter and restraint emotions, heart pell-mell.
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Often on the road of life,
I’ve found a friend or two.
Who stand by me for a while,
And help me figure through.
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