Category: Poems
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4 excerpts from my book A Letter to Tomorrow that sing the song of hope
May is the Mental Health Awareness Month. I started writing my second book when I was slowly recovering from my despair. I started befriending the uncertainty and realized there was something that I had to explore, I had to discover.Gradually, I penned down the chronicle of my recovery, from despair to hope. I divided the…
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Finding Myself: A Journey to the Unknown
I love to watch the night skySince childhood,I love to be lost in the thoughts,Watching the stars and the moon.I always feel,I have been searchingfor somethingin the stars.I feel,they have something to say,to whisper into my ears.I love to watch it raining.It’s a love song that I sing,Along with the rain dropsAnd I dance with…
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How to Stay Positive in Your Hard Time : 11 Realistic Ways to Keep You Sane in the Difficulties
When we are going through the hard time, life seems miserable despite having all the things we wish. This happened to me in the last few months and I felt like, I would never succeed to rise again. This is not the first time I felt broken. I have been broken from inside many times…
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Kamli – Liberated In Love
I find love in hope, I find love in peace. I find love, every time this soul heals. And I find, love is a promise of metamorphosis. For me, love is the gateway to infinity. For I know, love gives me the wings. The wings of liberation. I have seen love, Becoming my only identity.…
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The light has an eternal journey
The light that makes everything glorious,And touches the heart, pure and pious.The light that you want to embrace,To write a glorious tale of beauty and grace. The light that forgives the sin within,And breaks the shackles, to set you free.The light that heals you, slowly, gently,And becomes an answer to treasure beneath. The light, that…
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Call of the Root
I wrote these few lines dedicating my home town Chittaranjan. A small town surrounded by hills and trees, this place is like a patch of lavish green in the centre of the grey world. Lake waters, river, dancing streets and vibrant flowers, they adorn my town with colours of poetry. Where the morning comes with…
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Broken Wings Are Still Alive
Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I’ll rise. – Maya Angelou “Move..move..this is the moment, fly..” I was hearing a sound within, something like, a whisper, A voice, from the far.. someone was calling me inside. I wanted to stretch my wings, but I…
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Prelude To The Piedpiper
O’ Prince Of Flute, I was just a piece of bamboo, spanless, fragile, It was you who first breathed on me, gave me your tears & smile. Too many memories, too many wonders, Together we danced, into the thunders. We searched for the unknown, travelled hills and dales, Sometimes captivating, like the fairytales. With…
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I Bleed Red
I bleed red. Every month, I bleed red. When the days are around, When the cycle starts its count, I bleed red. It gives me a chance, To grow, to bloom, To nurture, to transform, To give birth, to reborn. Yes, I bleed red. It gives me the pain, It gives me the reason,…
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We could have
Yes, we could have but, Lived the dream we saw together. But you decided to reach to the peak first, And I choose to walk slow, enjoying the little things around me and listening to their stories, to feel come alive. May be, you have won the race, and climbed high, But, I have…
The Blissful Storyteller 