Jananie Balaji

A seed slept soundly, in arcane bliss
As the sun's warm light crept in
On the bland mud bed, drenched by a droplet
And lo, new life was made to begin
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Crimson bright shines the morning sun,
The Safari at Johannesburg unfolds wide
Here begins the kernel of adventure and fun!
We scream with excitement, all set for the ride!
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A match that daunted even the dauntless, outright n sheer
Rivals on the battlefield, though, otherwise, yferes
Playing with sprits of gallant kings, but balling like wazirs
A tsunami of hopes n prayers, calling for glory or biers
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The gauche giant, at the Eeylops Emporium,
Gave a slow scrupulous scan,
At my perch, he exclaimed in glee- "That is she! "
"My gift to Harry! " And so it all began
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It's not to celebrate my marital bliss,
Not to commemorate my child's first kiss,
I now lay down two huge lily wreaths!
To ‘celebrate' the first anniversary of their deaths!
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"O, Mother White!
The roses red and the bluebells bright,
They fetch many a candid smile,
Daylight does embrace Yellow, yet I,
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Soft little hands that ought to caress books
And 13-year-olds who ought to admire their looks
They worked at the factory, a day 9 hours long
Like robots not even to occasionally stop for a song!
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Frigid winds bluster, dauntless, and yet,
There seems bestrewn, a strange solace
The silence in the valley beckons day and night
Calling me to paradise, calling me to daze.
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From a cosy little town near the Bay of Bengal
A bubbling little village lad sprang!
Into the city, mustering all knowledge he could,
Conquering hearts with a bang!
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The frivolous feelings I wish to share
So many silly stunts I want to pull
Moments of Fika when I can let my hair down
When life seems to satiate and yet I'm never full
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There lay unnoticed, a walnut,
To the world, twas hard, bland and closed
Yet, deep inside lay a fruit, a li'l one
A soul full of cheer rules unenforced!
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The lone, sad wolf cried bitter tears.....

He'd lost his only war
Even dreaming of happiness seemed bizarre
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They say that opposites attract
We actually prove them wrong
That one's the talker and the other, the listener
It's been a lie for so long!
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When the world foraged for her flaws, to get her to drown
Till her flaws became foibles and talents, her prowess
He held her hand all along, as she remained an enigma
Laying brick after brick as she built her fortress
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The gates are closed
But the path is wide
The bird is caged
Yet ropes untied
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The 7 o'clock morning mob was
On its usual hurried stride.
Suit, shoes, and ties done smart,
Bustled in the pavement wide!
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Last year began with mighty cheer
Sparking an ocean of dreams and ploys
Lil was foreseen of tolerant Mother Nature's
Reprimanding, invisible, lethal envoys!
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The lovers' allure, the poets' jewel, the night's King is trite.
The glowing Moon does wane too soon, disappearing with the night.
For the mighty Sun shall seize the day, blithe, warm, and bright.
But with time, from red to tangerine, to amber in twilight,
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Would it be a sin not to fall in love
And still love gazing at the Moon all night
Would it be a sin to call it quits bravely
If it somehow just doesn't feel right
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