Vishorag Shadja

The cycle of events,
Ones which I cannot vent;
Have haunted my thoughts
Like a noose of ascots.
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Standing tall is the tower by the shore,
When all around you doesn't even reach,
Your height that will sky breach,
Against the salty wind along the beach.
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Time had slipped,
I rarely noticed.
Grief has me gripped,
At the highest.
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Sulking that I missed lunch,
I raced down the stairs…
Buying chocolate to munch,
I saw the flowing éclairs…
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"Doesn't matter what you said,
Doesn't matter what you did,
I am leaving and that is true,
Because I am mighty sick of you."
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Pages by pages I turn,
I want to get up and run.
There's no way I finish this portion,
Well, for that I don't have a magic potion.
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Unbelievable was the pain,
From the balcony I felt,
Overcome by sound of rain…
Trace of Petrichor was smelt…!
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Disheveled and unkempt was my room and hair…
I have to surely attempt to clean-up my lair.

Rudderless and aimless was that whole week,
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Staring at empty screen
Briefly I saw the abyss..
I just want to scream,
Coz I hated this stasis.
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O hail! The unfortunate one,
Oh Don't lose thy empathy son.
O hail the unfortunate emissary,
Oh don't lose thyself, in earth's misery!
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Brushing aside the simple fact,
That I should navigate through tact,
Finding that empty seat
Was not a possible feat.
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Thinking while I was far away,
On a well deserved holiday,
I call my boss and leave a voicemail;
That my soul is not for sale.
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I would love for my wishes to come true,
But, what we hear from elders we knew,
For, you need to be careful about what you wish
Coz what might destiny be ready to dish?
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At home sitting by the old worn out mat,
I realize time passed by without stopping.
Young body but an old soul, sitting straight
Emotions that are unwarranted, stirring -
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Scrolling through the feed,
I whiled my time away.
I don't know what I did,
This whole Saturday.
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Who was it? I wonder on a day full of smog,
And incredible thunder…

Like cats and dogs poured down rain,
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Tell me what you want;
Let me understand what it is,
I am not a mind reader,
Nor a magic savant.
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What is the secret of happiness?
She asked with all the innocence,
Maybe a short respite from sadness,
I replied with ignorance.
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Packing my weekend bag,
I got up to leave early.
My boss loomed like a hag,
Planning to stop me surely…
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Fiddling and shifting,
I turn in my chair.
Without the AC running,
The heat brought despair.
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