Shreej k.c Poems

I own two Laughing Buddhas
placed primly over my dresser
watch over me like mood tracer
one is bigger black carved out of stone
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We are caste, colour, creed
We are minority, majority
We are states and borders
We are rich, we are poor
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Search for me in the darkness
in the broad daylight
Search for me in the sadness
in the happy gay delight
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Must be delirious, I shook hands
with a seemingly sweet scorpion
A scorpion it was...
soon handed jarful poison
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when her friends were adoring high heels right
she slipped into flats to match his modest height
when they reproached their long university love
in search of money, hunk, car and above
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Whenever angst rules head, heart gets restless,
I keep my door open.
It shows me the tall mirror that reflects half
of the aquarium.
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Her first Valentine's,
anxious, nervous, my sister whines
what should I gift him?
cards, cakes, may be some wines
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oxford cap flies high
vibrant hood pats on the back
ironed gown cringes
shy to take certificate
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well trimmed bouquets of
tulips and lilies picked
fondly from garden
sulk at emptied wedding hall
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