Light House

His fingers quiver, they touch Folds worn by her nape. Gaze sits, stirring impish glances Into a doppelganger, A rigid tonic called caution, Gobbled at brusque bends. When glints of a pole star fell, Ripples of her heart affirmed,…
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Conscience: A Wind Chime

A ripple brimming lake, Since first amber glimpse. Serves wisdom broth, In an incendiary ribcage. Broth topples, Its soliloquy, trickles into the next stanza. Under some moons, hedgehog blanket Clasps... In other dawns,…
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Stop Those Freedom Cannons

That guilt reeking dusk he gulps, with some smouldering sighs His abrased chisel seethes, dungeon door writhed  He (the sculptor) cherished her nudgy prayers for a few morsels  She, a mute urchin, mutilated again, by those heinous…
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Ode to Womanhood

B-Breezy bewitching moon-lilt, swoon over her forehead I-Indigenous pride, scrubbed through umpteen culture erosions N-Nancy, Nandini, Nilofer, all adore her… D-Dainty designs, welding religions, righteousness, distant…
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