By
Neelima Chakraborty in
Poetry |
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There are days
When dreams sneak behind the door
That has been unopened for ages
Gathering dust, nonplussed
With the storm that it has weathered.
There are days
When the little voice
Can't stop singing
Coaxing the dream to peek through
The window and look...
Look at the luscious blue
There are days
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Published on Mar 23,2020 11:17 AM
By
Neelima Chakraborty in
Poetry |
Reads: 2,395 |
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As the call of the conch shells
Burns through the evening,
The orange light pours in,
Dissolving the listless longings
In the ferocity of its blinding light,
Pleading to turn its watchful gaze
On the sight both spectacular and strange.
Sparring mortals converging into one,
Overlapping shadows Read More...
Published on Mar 23,2020 11:05 AM
By
Neelima Chakraborty in
Poetry |
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The faded scars on the inside of your hand
Hold on to the recipes of generations.
Carefully passed on
From one arm to another,
Whispered into dreams,
Marinaded with care:
The hallmark of ingenuity,
Grinding spices with dexterity.
Concealing every fault
With a gentle sprinkle of salt.
The perfe Read More...
Published on Mar 23,2020 10:32 AM
