Shaping of Viewpoints

Multiple viewpoints….

Experiences in life

Hint of spice in food.

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Inspired By “The Little Mermaid”

The darkness of night

Covers all, save a small patch

The little mermaid

With long flowing locks of hair

Gazes at her pair of legs.

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Wedding Day

Glowing bride in red

Tinge of sorrow in her smile-

Twilight hues sadden.

PS : An Indian bride would be usually decked in shades of red on the wedding day. While it is an occasion of joy,there is also a hint of sadness in the bride's house as the next morning would entail departure of the bride.  

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Diwali Lights

 The tiny light-bulbs flickered,
 Blinked and tittered;
 Some fast,
 while some with a pace, metered.
 Some shone bright 
 in monochrome colours,
 Others chose 
 company of multi-hued peers.
 Some fell like Rapunzel's hair
 from the rooftop 
 to the ground below.
 Some lay in curls,
 On ledges and windows.
 Swaying gently in the passing wind.
 
 They seemed to enjoy
 Their day of freedom,
 from the dark lofts and attics. 
Had written this last year on Diwali eve. 

Wishing everyone the very best during this festival of lights. Happy Diwali.

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An Illusory Journey

 This world is a maya,
 An illusion,
 A creation, magical,
 To lure and entice
 With pleasures, 
 suited for the mankind.
 Stimuli that caresses in various ways
 Provocations entice and endeavour to deviate.
 Mind weaves dreams of comfort and ease.
 Safety of a haven 
 We forever strive to achieve.
  
 With our limited foresight,
 Not knowing what lies ahead
 We move along blindly;
 Balancing ourselves,
 Lured by the promises
 The illusions, magnificent.
  
 Then one day we reach the end
 Unanticipated distress
 When the obstacle is insurmountable
 The pleasures of life
 Have gnawed and chiseled away
 The resolve to brave the odds.
  
 Walking on a narrow strip, 
 one realises
 There is no going back. 

Grudge Fight

Two boxers in ring

Fight to see who is felled first-

Win will heal the wounds.

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Bubbly Tale

 A bubble am I.
 Born from confluence 
 Of water and air;
 Instantaneous in birth.
 Wearing a sheen of light
 I let go of my roots
 And float about.
 Perhaps of no use to anyone,
 Except that little girl
 Whose face lights up in smile,
 On seeing me dance
 In the barmy breeze.
  
 A bubble am I.
 Carried by my brethren,
 Savouring my moments;
 Of my brief existence.
 Nothing to lose nor gain
 From the vagabond existence.
 When its time,
 I leave not a trace,
 Before merging with my brethren. 

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