Shruti Goswami Poems

Blue ice, wrapped in fire,
Melt as the mists rupture
To reveal a starry sky.
And just a moon.
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The world is slowly breaking apart,
Broken to pieces, scattered,
Is my little heart,
I stoop down low to collect them,
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Wanderlust bug….
Smitten..by a thug…
Who knows not..what he has stolen..
My heart it is…poor devil…
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The deity, resplendent, stood,
In a shabby dungeon,
Shrouded in mystery.
Who knows, who prays?
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Little feet, charming smile
Taking a step, once in a while,
Sweetness such, it’s undefined;
Like bud or dew, or honey refined.
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This searing pain,
I can take no more;
It's causing me to burn,
To the core;
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At war with the world,
For I’ve never known inner peace,
Restless and resentful,
For I’ve never known happiness.
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No longer do my thoughts take a dip in the raw ether of emotions
But float like they never ever belonged to me
And I did never try to hold on to them desperately
Like one keeps priceless treasures under the safety
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Tit- bits of good mornings
Wafted through the air
Like the fragrance of lavender
Flowers on the window pane
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The spilled ink
On my portrait
Is a reminder
Nothing lasts
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