Poems
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I wish to hold your hands once againI don’t recollect how it feltIt felt softer than mine,That’s all I rememberThe last time I saw you,There were tears in your eyes;I averted my eyesLest I would’ve divulged my heartYoung loveIs there a thing as sweet as that?Nothing good conspired out of it,Yet I would do it
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Neon lights, fireworks New year lights up skies To think it’s just another Saturday Is depressing Probably hope is everything humans need New days, new months, new years To begin again Breaking the monotony of everyday After Every 365 days We make merry!
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“Now all you can do is wait. It must be hard for you, but there is a right time for everything. Like the ebb and flow of tides. No one can do anything to change them. When it is time to wait, you must wait.” (The Wind up Bird Chronicle, Haruki Murakami)
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The car rides back to the airport Are usually silentExcept for the occasional sighs of my father.My mother’s wrinkly fingers would slightly touch mine,Huddled together in the backseat.It’s an hour’s journey ,As if to fill the silence,My uncle curses potholes and reckless drivers.I turn to the window,Hiding my face from those around me.Lest they see
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We sat out on the porch, Overlooking the mighty Nelliyampathi, Braiding each other’s hair, As the evening sun was dimming, And the flickering lampposts grazed their yellow lights on the green paddy fields on either side of the pathway in front of us. The camphor scent from Ammama’s* pooja room Brimmed in the air around
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The bastard form of mass culture is humiliated repetition, always new books , new programmes, new films, new items but always the same meaning” Barthes on mass culture. Is it just the bane of mass culture? Do we ever have anything new? Anxiety of influence probably disturbs every creator because how could he or she
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She had been looking all along for a friend, and it took her a while to discover that a lover was not a comrade and could never be for a woman. And that no one would ever be that version of herrself which she sought to reach out to and touch with an ungloved hand
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People have become more obsessed with productivity apps than ever before. It is all in a quest to manage time. The concept of time has always baffled us, yet everything is looked at and understood from the perspective of time. From seconds to decades, time is measured, and we know that time is the most
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Do you believe in astrology? Growing up in a Hindu household in Kerala, it was customary for most of us to have our astrology birth chart made and read out to us. Now this typically happens in our childhood, and I have always been curious about it. As a child, my inclination was to believe
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Everyday I love you a little less, Unwinding myself out of love Like how the clouds burst into tear drops when it can no longer hold And yet when the drops fall They flow into non existence. Merging with the larger. I be a formless drop In thy ocean.
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