Shipra Agarwal

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Lovely as the rising waves might be,
I am restless when it ebbs, our bond.
For all my love for the ever-changing sea,
Sometimes I crave for a listless pond.
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Lazy hazy morning
or is it afternoon?
Can't stop yawning
did I wake up too soon?
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I read my old songs and know by memory
that they were about you.
But they don't paint any picture for me now.
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You could spot the twinkle of my eyes
in a crowded street, from across the miles
And there was nothing I wouldn't do
to see your lips twirl into a smile.
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She sat in her li'l happy place
exposed to the world, yet tucked away safe.
Her fingers caressed the coarse sand grains,
her hair sang in a secret language to the wind.
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They called us wild, loners, crazy
we were all that and more,
we were dauntless and free.
We are still all those things, You and I,
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(From one facebook addict to another)

I don't remember your face that well
I may not recognize your voice but i can tell
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I'm spinning round and round,
spinning round and round.
Mind flying, feet on the ground.
I'm spinning round and round.
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Their mirthful midnight conversations,
silenced by the light of the day.
Eyes that long to behold
condemned to look astray.
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Is it me, or is the rain today a li'l too brash?
Or is it because I am on a date with Wodehouse and Nash?

Such wit, it pierces your flesh like a pointed icicle.
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The wind threatened to blow me over,
I stood tall and spread my arms.
Its cold gush became a warm embrace,
A friend - found, cherished!
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For our synchronous eye-rolls and raising of eye-brows,
For our million 'Exactly's and zillion 'I know's!

For the dreams and the fears and the plans that we blabber out,
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He spotted her in a crowded restaurant
Eyes laughing, brows raised in a taunt
Head so proud that he was torn between the dual urge:
one to kneel beside her, other to crush her down,
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Long ago
you painted a picture for me
of a house with purple walls
somewhere between the city and the beach.
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As I move around the old house,
noticing the subtle changes in its colors and forms
straightening the tilted pictures
dusting the forgotten corners
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I oscillate between cheerfulness and melancholy
one by one they come to me,
I let them hover around me like a halo
at times i laugh aloud, at others i cry silently.
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Don't kindle the lamp, beloved,
not today..
It casts tall shadows on the wall
and makes us seem farther away.
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With one for his unfathomable depth,
his ever-changing surface and never-changing core.

With another for his silent simplicity,
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