Supriya Choudary

This is a poem written in honour of my father. He continues to be my best friend, has always given me freedom in all my pursuits of life and has given me ample scope to evolve into a better human being. Thank you Daddy! !
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In an air conditioned office,
I sit all alone on a Sunday.
With demands beyond the suffice,
Sunday is no longer a fun day.
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I was enchanted with the character of Chanda, the fearless and independent high profile escort from the movie DevD, the new age adaptation of Devdas by Anurag Kashyap. I placed myself in her shoes and wrote this poem from her perspective. Finally she has Dev in her life unlike in the earlier movies where the alcoholic lover dies.


My journey from socks to cigars,
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This poem is reflective of my childhood days where I used to feel bored during summer vacations as both my parents were working. But those long days of boredom made me an individualistic person and capable enough to combat loneliness. There were times when I longed for my parents to be at home when I was an adolescent. This wish was fulfilled when my Dad became a pillar of support during my college days as he had taken voluntary retirement. I had seen both phases which shaped me to what I am now.
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A late and unavoidable night out,

A long telephone call to bail out,
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To the lyre of my heart, a rhyme echoing,

No clear origin or end to the strain singing.
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Looking back in the windows of time,
I ponder on the games of innocence played without reason or rhyme.
A toddling Sweetie, Grandpa was my playmate,
Rollicking me to sleep after play on his ailing chest plate.
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Ruth is a very interesting and important character in Biblical history. A young widow leaves her homeland Moab to become a support for her Jewish mother-in-law, Naomi. She says to Naomi leaving for Bethlehem that 'your God is my God and your people are my people'. Prophetically and amazingly a woman of foreign lineage is considered to be the matriarch of all Jews, the same bloodline of King David (harped king) and Christ (Messiah to millions as muse) . This was one of my first attempts at serious poetry after getting inspired from a friend's poem on 'Hermione' a character from Greek mythology.

Widowed the daughter of Moab at an age ripe,
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