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  • emortal 4w

    Desolations of our own hearts
    Might have begotten
    the chasm between us..

  • emortal 7w

    Word Prompt:

    Write a 6 word short write-up on Silently

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    Silently you mum all my chaos.

  • emortal 13w


    Rarely do my pains are works of
    Picasso, Gogh or Monet
    Or being braid into symphonies of
    Bach or Beethoven
    I have never been with Frost,
    Into the woods.
    Nor did I cry in the rain hiding my tears.
    Even a glimpse of my pain
    couldn't be seen in any of the art forms,
    That you speak of so overwhelmingly
    Only a kinship,
    one feels with the falling one,
    that too instinctively

    Cinderella, Alice, Hermione
    I feel intimacy and alienation with them,
    at the same moment

    May, some day I find my pain
    In the whistles from the woods
    or in the Rangoli
    drawn by a heart broken teenager
    or in the eyes of a little girl
    From "Village Rockstars"

    Till then I will treasure
    them deep inside me
    under a pall of my smile
    Which they say,
    is the most beautiful gift of

  • emortal 15w

    I am small, but I am not less....
    .. Grace

  • emortal 17w

    Pic Credit- Siora Photography

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    यूं निकल गई वो जिंदगी से एक दिन ऐसे
    बे आवाज सा जैसे कोई निकल गया दिसंबर
    कदमपोश थी ज़हन में नये साल की बधाइयां अभी
    पैग़ाम ए रुखसत फ़िर ले आया दिसंबर
    चंद लम्हों में हाल और साल कैसे बदलते है
    ये सालाना सबक फिर दे गया दिसंबर
    उम्मीदों से लबरेज़ तू जनवरी किसी की
    मायूस और तनहा सा मैं तेरा दिसंबर।

  • emortal 20w

    Poetry is a bridge,
    between the universes
    One within me and one around.....

  • emortal 25w

    सुबह की सुनहरी किरणों को
    उंगलियां बना तेरे घर भेजा है
    अठखेलियां कर तेरे गालों पे
    गुदगुदा कर नींद से तुम्हे जगाने
    जब जागो तो उन किरणों को
    एक बोसा देकर वापस भेज देना
    उफ़क पे दिन रोक रखा है यहां मैंने

  • emortal 25w


    Every morning I see you,
    Lying indolent on my bed
    As I try to get up and hurl myself
    In the day's mundane routine,
    You lure me to the misty dreamland
    Unwavering ,when I don't pay heed
    You accompany me throughout the day
    Teasing, disturbing.

    As dusk approaches
    You cajole me to sink in oblivion
    Of wine glass
    Making innumerable promises
    Which are obviously meant to be broken.
    and when with false pride
    and shaky legs, I walk out
    You laugh at me,
    (I know that, you know?)
    Under the influence of wine
    (Or despair of worthlessness?)
    When I hang my dreams on tenterhooks
    You are still there lying beside me

    Now a days I wonder
    Are you really there?
    Is that your cadaver beside me?
    Or you were never there?
    An unborn?
    ©K Prashanth

  • emortal 26w

    Picture Credit-Rightful owner

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    It was written in the stars,
    Our rendezvous at the horizon,
    To heal the wounds and scars
    Adorned by us in hitherto lifespan....

  • emortal 26w

    It was written in the stars, that one day, beyond the horizon, where earth seems to meet sky, I would find you and lo, you were there, waiting for me, not exactly at horizon but you became the point where my dying self met desire to live.