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Towards the left and into the right/not a single heart in sight/its expensive to be a human/and drastic when inhuman/the conflicts are head high/rivers and air: impossibly dry/sharp cries of wounded/growing faint/in one's own home/everyone is a saint/see/no help is needed now/no point where, why and how/tears are caught/in between the lines/suppressed murmuring/as from a wood of pines/could one live/what do they say of hope/tell me post death/has life any scope?

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{Day 22/ NaPoWriMo '24}

Prompt: Melancholy in a repose

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{Day 15/NaPoWriMo '24}

Everything, even injustice, becomes normal with time.

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I see the crimson sky

stained with the blood of innocence,

The world is stuck

in the game of "An eye for eye"

and I'm silent, for everything,

even injustice

becomes normal with time.

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{Day 13/NaPoWriMo '24}

A magician, quite the charmer,

could make a dove out of his palm

in a simple twist,

he can produce a rabbit from his wrist,

and then can vanish

in his armour.

~Limerick; Magician

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Gentle music

Teaching me the art of falling,

Life awaits.

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On becoming poetry

~ NaPoWriMo '24/Day 8

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Like clouds and rain

we are supposed to let go pain.

It's said not to dwell on past

but does mind ever stop?

They command you to

walk on betrayal

then talk about hope.

I know you're running

out of patience and

I have been there myself,

I too am

tired of hearing

songs of disguised elf.

You must be brave though

breathing after blood and war,

You have left flesh

and became poetry

I am proud of you

for coming this far. ~🧜‍♀

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Nothing is more beautiful than

seeing the dead trees

coming back to life,

Metamorphosis of Earth.

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T.H. White, in his 1958 retelling of the Arthurian legend in Once and Future King

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March

My March was lovely and full of surprises. I ate a lot, enjoyed the last days of the winter Sun, studied hard for an exam which got postponed, so went for a Holi trip. Riverside camp The classic metaphor Holi celebrations near Parvati river (Kullu) The moon Camp side where I stayed Famous jalabi of Aani, Kullu Into the wild Breakfast of hills Tandoor (to beat the chills of…

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When beauty finds refuge in tragedy,

It's travesty.

We talk of breathtaking plateaus

With mountains,

Endemic flowers

and delicacies

//A tiny spark can burn the forest to ashes//

Then we fail humanity

in the name of politics,

all the beauty-

anthropogenic and natural,

sacrificed to the heat,

the heat of power and revenge.

A tale of glorified Kings.

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A tiny spark can burn the forest to ashes

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The survival instinct is a curse

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I love going through Instagram archives. To live the exact same moment, to feel the exact emotion I felt while uploading that story.... LOVELY.