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Shruti Goswami Poems
Blue ice, wrapped in fire, Melt as the mists rupture To reveal a starry sky. And just a moon.
The deity, resplendent, stood, In a shabby dungeon, Shrouded in mystery. Who knows, who prays?
Wanderlust bug…. Smitten..by a thug… Who knows not..what he has stolen.. My heart it is…poor devil…
The world is slowly breaking apart, Broken to pieces, scattered, Is my little heart, I stoop down low to collect them,
Little feet, charming smile Taking a step, once in a while, Sweetness such, it’s undefined; Like bud or dew, or honey refined.
This searing pain, I can take no more; It's causing me to burn, To the core;
At war with the world, For I’ve never known inner peace, Restless and resentful, For I’ve never known happiness.
I feel: Like the dewdrops that melt at the touch Of the first sunbeam; The mercury of a thermometer, broken,
It seems but just yesterday, Playing as a kid, those carefree days, Oblivious, to the world, and its cruel ways. Today, it's a different day.
The sound of a falling coin woke up the boy; A clinking sound, One, he had hoped to hear all day long; But luck denied.
It's spread out like a galaxy, Little white cells, dollops of grey cells, And the rest of dark matter. The brain it is,
Song of the Rain
The clouds are gathering Mon Amor, The ramparts tottering; And yet, as I lay, listless,
The doom that we deemed fit for others, Like a predator’s prey in sight; The suction force is too hard to resist, It pulls with all its might.
A Naked Woman
I feel so cold, Draw the wraps closer to me, Yet it’s scorching as far as eyes could see. I remember the time you told your friends,
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Blue ice, wrapped in fire,
Melt as the mists rupture
To reveal a starry sky.
And just a moon.
Full bloom, as stardust settles
On the ground,
As dew and dust gleaned
Through ages of fusion,
Cover the elysian dream,
In the deserts of time.
And just a rose.
A desert rose,
Like a full moon,
Blossoms in the quiet depths,
In the oasis of mind.