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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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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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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Unbelievable was the pain,
From the balcony I felt,
Overcome by sound of rain…
Trace of Petrichor was smelt…!
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At home sitting by the old worn out mat,
I realize time passed by without stopping.
Young body but an old soul, sitting straight
Emotions that are unwarranted, stirring -
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Scrolling through the feed,
I whiled my time away.
I don't know what I did,
This whole Saturday.
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Who was it? I wonder on a day full of smog,
And incredible thunder…

Like cats and dogs poured down rain,
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