Shruti Goswami

Blue ice, wrapped in fire,
Melt as the mists rupture
To reveal a starry sky.
And just a moon.
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The world is slowly breaking apart,
Broken to pieces, scattered,
Is my little heart,
I stoop down low to collect them,
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Wanderlust bug….
Smitten..by a thug…
Who knows not..what he has stolen..
My heart it is…poor devil…
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The deity, resplendent, stood,
In a shabby dungeon,
Shrouded in mystery.
Who knows, who prays?
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Little feet, charming smile
Taking a step, once in a while,
Sweetness such, it’s undefined;
Like bud or dew, or honey refined.
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This searing pain,
I can take no more;
It's causing me to burn,
To the core;
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At war with the world,
For I’ve never known inner peace,
Restless and resentful,
For I’ve never known happiness.
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No longer do my thoughts take a dip in the raw ether of emotions
But float like they never ever belonged to me
And I did never try to hold on to them desperately
Like one keeps priceless treasures under the safety
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Tit- bits of good mornings
Wafted through the air
Like the fragrance of lavender
Flowers on the window pane
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The spilled ink
On my portrait
Is a reminder
Nothing lasts
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People say
History repeats itself
Those histories
That are oft repeated
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The clouds are gathering
Mon Amor,
The ramparts tottering;
And yet, as I lay, listless,
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It seems but just yesterday,
Playing as a kid, those carefree days,
Oblivious, to the world, and its cruel ways.
Today, it's a different day.
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It's spread out like a galaxy,
Little white cells, dollops of grey cells,
And the rest of dark matter.
The brain it is,
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The doom that we deemed fit for others,
Like a predator’s prey in sight;
The suction force is too hard to resist,
It pulls with all its might.
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I don’t think about you at all
But sometimes when it rains,
And then when the sun shines
Down a bit too much,
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You want me to laugh?
Want others to laugh too?
At the jokes that are so funny to you?
I am laughing, at myself and you
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I feel so cold,
Draw the wraps closer to me,
Yet it’s scorching as far as eyes could see.
I remember the time you told your friends,
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I feel:
Like the dewdrops that melt at the touch
Of the first sunbeam;
The mercury of a thermometer, broken,
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It must be felled, declared my dad,
And for a brief moment, I stopped in time.
Cut the jack fruit tree, that stood for me,
Since childhood came, now eternity.
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