Beauteous bookmarks
used to mark the interlude
to the reading streak

Derailing the momentum
of engrossing thought process
that was living through
the characters

Yet, after a brief interruption
facilitates us to return to
our entrancing world of words

Works as a bridge between
the imaginary creation
and the real world we live in

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Unuttrred unsaid words
muffled inside the annals of heart
that never came to light

Often brushed under the carpet
to maintain the decorum intact
in the name of etiquette

All that consolidated vehemence
that was hitherto subdued
will lead to an
emotional outburst

Hence it is indispensable
to articulate all those feelings
and cleanse the soul

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Nature's true beauty
lies in its pious naivety
that can enthrall any identity

It's charismatic entity
is undiluted by vicious brutality
combatting the surge of animosity

Personifying divine serenity
comforting aching hearts with purity
It disseminates joyousness
till eternity

In this prosaic world of absurdity
where there is a crisis of identity
nature alone is a moment
of pure serendipity
that lasts until immortality

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I often ponder upon the question
what brings in dissatisfaction?

The people or the situations
Perhaps it's the heap of expectations

Despite the gruesome life experiences
and sensible precautions we end up in distress

Maybe it has something to do
with the human tendency
to believe and pile up hopes

Probably dismay is an inevitable medication
to bring about better humans

An endless confusion
that persists till the ultimate conclusion

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a binding thread
that knits the country together
Though born in a land foreign
earned a special mention
in every narration
It's not just the language
of Shakespeare and Keats
but of Aurobindo and Rushdie
from being theirs it evolved as ours

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Trapped in the maze
of perplexing perspectives
I wander in the lanes of mind
to discern the purpose of existence

Often I experience
an excruciating identity crisis
where every accomplishment
appears like a frivolous feat

A strange sense of dissolution
encircle my heart and soul
intimidating my determination
to quit the field of battle

It is at this crucial juncture
I regain my composure
muster all the muffled courage
and find a way through the maze

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Physical distance isn't a hindrance
when they lay entwined
in each other's thoughts

Laying on the bed of separation
two souls drenched in compassion
would still experience the passion

As they are sure to unite
at their dreamy destruction
wreaking all the distances
formulated in the name
of societal norms

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Appearances are deceptive,
yet we fall for them

Opinions make no sense
yet we prioritize them

Money can't make us happy
yet we move heaven and earth
to earn it

We are aware of the facts
however, we are smitten by fantasies

Perfectly imperfect beings
in a chaotically clear creation

Stuck in life's convoluted tale
an organized mess altogether

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In the garden of the heart
available in numerous
forms, shapes and sizes
beauteous blooms
exemplifying emotional facets

Accompanied by elegance
presence of piercing thorns
denote the impending obstacles
on our path to success

Dissipating enthralling fragrance
flowers of life are spellbinding
signifying significant facts
that life isn't a bed of roses

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The war between two nations
costs a million sacrifices
for the reasons
best known to the monarchs

Tears that were shed on both sides
raise numerous questions
about the lives
that were lost in the process

None would dare to answer
those recurring questions
and cleanse the blood-stained hands
soaked in innocents' blood

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