Quiet And Lost


Quiet And Lost

When I see her,

Her curious eyes

Often toss up to the series of objects,

Probably, drawing the imaginative pictures of lines.

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Then I deliberately track her sight,

Peep for the minimalist guile,

Until she is startled by

My shadow coming right behind.

The wondrous smile follows

As if we went past the formality of Buenos Dias!

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This is the 50th poem under the poetry journal “Isn’t She A Cape Crusader!” which aims to add 100 poems under 100 days. I missed five days.

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Spoken Words By Old Pictures


Spoken Words By Old Pictures

The flip of pictures,

She sees

And realizes

How eventful her life had been!

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The flip of pictures,

She examines

And worries

What a turnaround her body had gone through!

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The flip of pictures,

She compares

And observes

How her smile has never changed!

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The flip of pictures,

She looks away

And understands

How her mind has grown over the years!

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The flip of pictures,

She stands

And looks at her in the mirror

How she is still lost in the enigmatic cogitation!

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This is the 49th poem under the poetry journal “Isn’t She A Cape Crusader!” which aims to add 100 poems under 100 days. I missed five days.

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And She Calls Me Dramatic


And She Calls Me Dramatic

It’s like
She magically disappears
From your circle
Turns her head for the random request
You never thought would interest her
While you were scratching your head
For what just happened
She blurts out
“With you, I am not uncomfortable!”

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This is the 47th poem under the poetry journal “Isn’t She A Cape Crusader!” which aims to add 100 poems under 100 days. I missed five days.

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Killing The Humour Between Us


Killing The Humour Between Us

She’s made a big invisible wall
Between me and her
To paint the caricature alike picture
Of the unbearable relationship howler,
Which could have bloomed blazingly
If she tried a little harder,
But the giggle of fanaticism always
Tingles her mind; she’s a helpless thinker
Now to be fair to the ‘feminism’ word,
She is intelligent to keep herself away from me, a crier.
Let me not verbalise my inner thoughts anymore,
I may unintentionally amuse her
And she’d give me hundreds of dislikes
That may make the edge of our connection sharper!
Yeah… Huh, I wish!

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This is the 45th poem under the poetry journal “Isn’t She A Cape Crusader!” which aims to add 100 poems under 100 days. I missed five days.

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