Sunday Poem By Samriddhee Kapoor
The song of death Die Die Die,Die in the heavens sorrow;Die because there is no tommorow;Oh, sweet soul your eyes reflect pain.Can you hear death sings a lullaby, trying to get you out of...
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The song of death Die Die Die,Die in the heavens sorrow;Die because there is no tommorow;Oh, sweet soul your eyes reflect pain.Can you hear death sings a lullaby, trying to get you out of...
INFATUATION It is so crazyFor me to love youAm never so goodAt being so lovedFeel like holding youEvery now and then . Millions may roamAround me oftenBut still I lookFor your presenceYour tender touchMy...
Totem What has passed the test of timethe Mayan predictionsgrandpa’s glassine visions,grandma’s stale, betel-nut breath folklores,her proverbs for all situations? Time and tide wait for none- she said often.For me, time slowed down after...
On the see-saw On this see-saw with youit feels strange when I amat the higher end. While the hair feels happyto be patted by the suddensurge of air the height brings and eyes smile...
Childhood’s Spectre The witching hour passes in a jiffy.A cauldron of repressed torment purgates a blemished visitant.The spectre of my harrowing past stood with open arms,ready to devour me into its crater of debacle.Your...
Of Cacophonies and Calligraphy Sometimes there is a blockage that is inferred in the soulful dementia of cacophonies. Cacophonies that the city highrises create, cacophonies that last long and taste the fruit of autumn...
A Quiet Surrender to Life Stars blossom in the branches of a barren tree and jasmines bloom in the night sky.A thousand miles away, you tell me you cannot feel anything, not even sadness...
Life of a Souteneur The days you addressed me with your shrill falsetto and covered me in a red muslin,The nights you moved your fingers through my hair and untied my braid!Your stroke my...
FREEDOM Freedom is a will to chooseWhat is right and what is true,A responsibility to shoulder tostrive for people’s rights and life.Every moment a freedom-fightWith heart and soul and all our might,Against the creeping...
FAMILY? I was in the kitchen prepping for lunch,I don’t mind cooking, really,But they imposed me with it so tightly,That it became my responsibility,then a burden, a huge burdenthat I could not get it...
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