The Sunday Muse #212
The Sunday Muse #211
From one end of the earth
To another, echoes the images
Of chained voices. Shadows
Separated by hemispheres
Hide behind laced windows.
Life snails on rigid parallels;
The voices silenced, gagged,
By the harsh tones of patriarchy
The reflections stare at the horizon
Their entwined fate
Moves on the elliptical motions
As their shared destinies
Wear shrouds of truth and lies.
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The Sunday Muse #210
A memory
Soaked in rains
Deeply aching,
Blushed suddenly.
On a cloudy day
On the shore,
Two lonely strangers
Met at the stretch.
A glowing face with
The hair gone wild,
In bare feet
Dancing with the waves,
Stared at a face
A shadow,
Covered in a
Marlboro scent.
Thousand emotions
As old as time
Sprung up and danced
In the pair of smoky eyes.
The salt on the skin
Tasted of love and life
As one gaze met another.
On that lonely sandy shore
In the arms of silence
Life left an unfinished story.
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The Sunday Muse #209
This is how it feels
To be free
From the baggage.
Baggage of expectations
Others' needs
And self-doubt.
There is freedom
In one's space
Where you find yourself,
You deserve
To live your life
On your own terms!
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The Sunday Muse #208
Can you hear?
The whisper of the erratic seasons,
Heralding in an unknown disaster.
Look! Can you see?
The charred forests, eroded cliffs, melting icecaps,
Accentuating the plight of transition.
Can you see the difference?
Glaring head-on, in yesterday, today;
And the unseen tomorrow.
Wake up! Don't gather; autumn's fallen leaves!
The seasons have left too many telltale signs
The future of next-generation lies in our hands
Let us do our bit to make the earth breathe again.
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