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Shivani Agarwal Poems
Dairy Milk 'SILK'
On my brother's birthday, I packed chocolates, served in tray Golden, red and green, brought in the little maid's eyes,
Something was smouldering inside, Since several dark nights Tossing and turning about, Desperate to come out
The Sea And Me
Roar of the waves from a distance called Tired of the clamour, briskly I followed With the ship at the horizon
Something is still there Hazy though, can't see more Like the mist covering the mountains Blurring my vision
Some weak moment when I come to realise All imaginations and castles of love on hopes That someday somewhere you would meet At some strange place, All are false
Ek raat andhere me baithe hue, Andhere ko bhi dekha maine... Gehra gumsum kuch soona sa, Mere jeevan pe jo chhaya tha..
When eyes met..
The same winter sun shone brightly that day That day, when I broke all the threads of resistance; And walked towards the lobby which
If the spark in your eyes, Would kindle the longing inside.. I'll run into your arms,
Gasping I ran They said I was besotted Forlorn I wept In voids I sketched
I cannot write now...
I cannot write anymore Words seem indifferent to me They used to carry me far away Up high in the sky
You look the same.. Hiding some mystery.. That I try to discover gazing through the night.. You are a poet's inspiration..
Far Away And Near!
I traversed deserts..real..unreal For a glimpse of you.. And was caught in a reflection..... Your hands..soft and supple
Birds returning to their homes The sun making a last attempt to Look more beautiful than the moon.. And the stubborn wind brushing past my hair
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Dairy Milk 'SILK'
On my brother's birthday,
I packed chocolates, served in tray
Golden, red and green,
brought in the little maid's eyes,
Some anticipation and sheen.
I thought, would give her one
When I reached her there were none
The dismay on her face
Filled my heart with benevolence...
The night went bad
Next morning as if to poke me
I saw her smiling at
Silk's commercial ad..
I skipped my lunch with a friend
Happily brought her Silk wrapped
Her eyes were full of joy
It was a gift she never had...
Next day passing by
Rhetorically I ...