ARPITA BHAGAT

ARPITA BHAGAT Poems

One of those unheard stories
Echoed under the walls of his alcove
Reverberations of lost childhood
Of dreams and pleasures
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Empty night
A Lonely sight
So far wide
Hollow sky
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"Pass, dear one, since thy pain is thy sole joy
Restless as thou are, searching for eerie unknown
Mahogany awakes thee whilst cypress blesses thine serene cot
Stretching days amidst lanes of pines
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Fame and glory
Delights not, thy senses
Sow no more, those carnivorous seeds
Forget lust, clutching thee tight
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Part I

Inexplicable restlessness
Of an addict's kind
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That door down the road
Where Miss Murphy sat on the floor,

Munching peanuts or lapping cherries
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Beginneth I not, nor did thee
Holdeth my arm and shaketh thou not;
As thou moveth my existence above mortals
Ignored were my pleas;
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Once more there's risen a chaos
The bare munching of the lost soul
Delighting the plight and the pain
Calling for a drowning in the paradise
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'Dramatics Of Thee'

One of those unheard stories
Echoed under the walls of his alcove
Reverberations of lost childhood
Of dreams and pleasures
A mesmerized doodle eyed fellow
Somewhere amidst the withering leaves
In the fall shall he sense?
Hoping against all hopes
Take a ride back in time
Into the islands of innocence
We’ll wallow till blind
Sing a few lullabies for thee
Tickle that deprived skin
A few touches of affection
Run away i shall catch you someday
And let you go once again
Till I see you no more one day
Your mischievousness my sole consolation
And your joy my only respite
Possessed by the hunger for quest
Beneath resplendent skies
Wearing opaque glasses
Chafed soul, still gleaming desires
Embracing the world
That shall never see
The black hole to dip in
Don’t poor darling, search beyond
It’s time to look within you
Untouched and limp
Seek not shoulder but peace
Dramatics of thee
A thousand lovers even though you reap
A bohemian my dear
You not know you are
Your analgesic isn’t being picturesque
Isn’t ringing the wind chimes in vacuum
Or reflecting in the desert mirage
For my sake, seek the answers
Spare a few smiles and I rest in peace

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