Abhinav Maurya Poems

Devoured, but still think I am winning. The game of life, ruled by me (I think)but have been played all along. Time is laughing into my hands. Singing 'the past' song.

I have compromised for conventions. By killing my feelings on every steps. Thrown myself into this wild goose chase. In hope of something I don't even think I wanted to get.
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Fog was gone leaving little traces of mists. Though it was cold, I walked on trails limits of my field.
Till the horizon as much as my eyes could see everything was lush green.
Except yellow mustard flowers, a paramount bouquet in clime's finest hour.
I was shuddering still I went into the wheat field, 'barefoot' dare not hurt those little plants.
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Thou art heavenly, hell crazy, greenest of greeneries.
Me! barren desert near a salted sea.
Rain falls everyday on thee.
As I yearn for little dews to fall on me.
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What flowers doth thou bud on thy lips!
A honeyed taste I savour— hid.
What scent doth thy neck wear!
I mesmerise rotating its sphere.
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Somewhere something went right, I met you and you made my life a gleaming sight. Before I felt nothing, now I feel like an earl.
All of this 'coz of you my pearl.

You came like a morning breeze; shivering my inside, giving me goosebumps, making my heart a stormy tide, rushing through my veins, reaching everywhere,
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Everyday I wonder what's in her eyes. And she smiles, fake? May be not, who knows? who cares? And there it goes, ended in ignorance and despair.

Sometimes we do talk two words or maybe more, but not enough and door slammed, was she bored? May be not, who knows? who cares? And there it goes, thorn of vanity pricked before rose.
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