Devanshi Khetarpal Poems

The tenebrous tiring tipsy night strutted away,
As the sun tarried to commence its dynamic day.
A bluish beam lingered in the air,
But something amidst the bluish beam,
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If you scratch my soul,
You will get scraps of Jane Austen.

If you scratch scraps of Jane Austen,
You will get attain the traits of a raconteur.
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Twinning
Times are
Brimming.
Coffee sinks.
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When you pick your nose
And pull the booger out,
Which is slimy, sticky and black,
I feel awful. I can't feel more pain
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Paws,
Firm on
The ground.

Eyes,
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The wind in the breeze is like
Life within a sea wave,
Tea within a cup,
Dreams within sweet slumber.
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If you can see sanguinity
When the pages are rinsed in ink,
When happiness is replaced with bereavement,
When the world hollers in reverberating pangs,
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That night, my eyes were immersed in sea,
My legs were sprained in a pool of blood,
Albeit my wishing to be anew and free
And refresh myself in elixir flood.
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On a starry night as I watch the moon unfold,
And the stars wake up from slumber deep,
I wonder whether such sights were oft for me to behold,
But such bliss and tranquility is hard to keep.
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My gaberdine hung on the wall,
On the rusted hook
That I brought forth from your abode
At midnight.
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