Vishorag Shadja Poems

The cycle of events,
Ones which I cannot vent;
Have haunted my thoughts
Like a noose of ascots.
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Standing tall is the tower by the shore,
When all around you doesn't even reach,
Your height that will sky breach,
Against the salty wind along the beach.
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Time had slipped,
I rarely noticed.
Grief has me gripped,
At the highest.
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Sulking that I missed lunch,
I raced down the stairs…
Buying chocolate to munch,
I saw the flowing éclairs…
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"Doesn't matter what you said,
Doesn't matter what you did,
I am leaving and that is true,
Because I am mighty sick of you."
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Pages by pages I turn,
I want to get up and run.
There's no way I finish this portion,
Well, for that I don't have a magic potion.
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Unbelievable was the pain,
From the balcony I felt,
Overcome by sound of rain…
Trace of Petrichor was smelt…!
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Disheveled and unkempt was my room and hair…
I have to surely attempt to clean-up my lair.

Rudderless and aimless was that whole week,
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Staring at empty screen
Briefly I saw the abyss..
I just want to scream,
Coz I hated this stasis.
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O hail! The unfortunate one,
Oh Don't lose thy empathy son.
O hail the unfortunate emissary,
Oh don't lose thyself, in earth's misery!
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