Kairav Shah Poems

From the hustle n bustle of the daily life,
Feelings are coaxed to flow through the tip of the pen, which is no less than a knife,
Thoughts, trapped within the complex cerebral bars of the brain, vibrant and heavily rattling,
Shout, yell n scream out just one thing - Somewhere... Something is missing!
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Its been a matter of perpetual pondering by the lone mind,
To the areas where time just kiboshes the mundane chores of life, in search of an answer one can find,
But since the frequent journey to a standstill moment by a restless soul recently seems on a high,
My pen makes its way through a rhyme and life has no option than to comply!
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It all starts with the joy of others and cries of self - our Life,
Indicating the worst welcome ever, cutting the ribbon of life's conscience with a knife,
Ends too, but with the cries of a million,
And we're so proud of not loosing up on the profit scale, even on this one!
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It's been a matter of unwanted grandness, when a primitive childhood adage - ‘Silence is golden',
Gradually tarnishes the gold and contradictorily iterates some thoughts, no less than a burden,
Exposing strange decibels of silence, pretty unbearable and inscrutable,
Perhaps making it the most heinous, thus becoming highly unfathomable …
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