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Love is in the air…

                      Simi hesitated for a while before squaring her shoulders and marching into the building with sure and steady steps. The receptionist, Mrs. Roy, smiled at her and welcomed her…

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Malady

I often wonder about your silence. Why do you never say what you feel? Am I to assume that you are fine, with us being apart all the time?   Does your heart ever recall, our first meeting in the…

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Long Distance Love

Long Distance Love   Can you love only, those you can see? Can’t you keep them, in your memory? If your love is true, as you say, does it matter, if they leave or stay?   Leaving or staying, was…

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Ode To My Hero

Happy birthday dad…16th April Hey Grumpy, Why the long face? So,I haven’t wished you, a happy birthday. The day has just begun, wanted something special, hence the delay. You are, my emotional awning, keeping all ills at bay. I was…

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Your Love

The NaPoWriMo challenge is to write a poem a day for the month of April.   Your love has stripped my soul of its cover. Exposed, vulnerable, I stand before you, unafraid.   Your love has unshackled my mind. Freed my emotions…

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Touch Of Love

  The NaPoWriMo challenge is to write a poem a day for the month of April.     Touch of Love I can still feel your touch, on the upholstery of the car, I shiver with the, warmth of your hand.  …

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Best Friend

Things are never quite as scary when you have a best friend.  ~Bill Watterson I have my best friend to thank for my name, her name was Sulekha too. My tale dates back to 1967 when I was a mere…

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True Beauty of Love

The NaPoWriMo challenge is to write a poem a day for the month of April.       Time’s cruel hands have scarred her, damaged her beyond recognition. She is a shadow of what she used to be. Beaten, bruised, battered she,…

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Imagination

On the pristine cloak of my imaginative mind, tiny traces of skin and caked-up blood under my fingernails, are the only things left to remind me of you. The scratches on my arm are testimony to my struggle with you.…

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