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I am a living enigma , it may take you a life time to unveil me

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  • uddeepana_96 2d

    Unanswered

    Can you tame the wilderness
    Of so strong a feeling called love?
    How to measure tenderness
    Of an enraptured heart?
    How do you hide
    From a lover's curious sight ?
    To restrain your wandering mind
    Do you possess the might?
    ©uddeepana_96

  • uddeepana_96 3w

    Happy Teachers' Day

    A bond as clear as water
    As pristine as nature
    Is shared by a student and a teacher
    A person as inspiring as the writer
    As caring as mother
    Is none but a teacher
    ©uddeepana_96

  • uddeepana_96 3w

    Day and Night

    The day ages
    And turns into night ,
    Embracing the darkness ,
    Leaving behind the light .
    Day's demise is mourned
    By the ones drowned in sadness.
    In the night blind world ,
    Darkness loses its existence
    Night sings aloud to console
    The world afflicted with grief .
    But it loses its role
    In a world that has turned deaf.


    Souls never die , they turn into night,

    And escape our vision in the absence of light
    ©uddeepana_96

  • uddeepana_96 4w

    Downfall

    The tree of promises
    Has shed its leaves .
    Pseudo concern has finally
    Unmasked its face .
    Trust is drowning
    In the sea of deceit
    And their priorities
    Are changing every minute.
    ©uddeepana_96

  • uddeepana_96 8w

    Quest for friendship

    My bare feet hurt
    While walking done the pebbled lane .
    My face burnt
    As the summer sun shone.
    Lonely me kept staggering
    Until I saw a tree.
    I dozed off sitting
    Under its shady spree.
    A menacing dream broke my slumber
    Making me thirsty .
    A lake nearby with crystal clear water
    Quenched my thirst and made me feel frisky.
    As the sun sank , darkness sprout
    And my way got lost.
    The stars blinked and the moon shone bright
    To assist me in my quest .
    I paused a while
    Having found what I wanted
    To look up and smile
    Since I was elated

  • uddeepana_96 8w

    Ruffled Thoughts

    The entrapped me breaking the vicious loop
    Is Godot ; and Godot never comes ,
    My naive mind coming out of the deceptive maze
    Is a mirage ; and mirage never exists .

  • uddeepana_96 12w

    Voyage

    Let's row our boats at our own pace,
    Why to join the rat race?
    ©uddeepana_96

  • uddeepana_96 12w

    Keeping quiet

    The noisy streets , once permeated by commuters
    Are now as still as the rarely trodden graveyards.
    The thundering sound once made by the zestful riders
    Is now a complete stranger to the empty boulevards.
    The classroom that once rejoiced
    Along with the frisky butterflies,
    Now seems desolate and wretched ,
    Mourning constantly , hiding her tears.
    The markets hosting a plethora of vendors
    Now sigh, gazing at the shut doors of the stalls
    The parks once enlivened by the jolly songs of the toddlers
    Now await eagerly the visitors' strolls.
    ©uddeepana_96

  • uddeepana_96 12w

    Keeping quiet

    The noisy streets , once permeated by commuters
    Are now as still as the rarely trodden graveyards.
    The thundering sound once made by the zestful riders
    Is now a complete stranger to the empty boulevards.
    The classroom that once rejoiced
    Along with the frisky butterflies,
    Now seems desolate and wretched ,
    Mourning constantly , hiding her tears.
    The markets hosting a plethora of vendors
    Now sigh, gazing at the shut doors of the stalls
    The parks once enlivened by the jolly songs of the toddlers
    Now await eagerly the visitors' strolls.
    ©uddeepana_96

  • uddeepana_96 12w

    At the window

    Holding her ceremic coffee mug,
    She stands at the window of her cluttered bedroom
    Gazing at a street dog snug
    Its puppy in its cosy bosom.
    The bubbles in the mug stare at her angelic face,
    Illuminated by the bright morning rays.
    Again she casts her glance
    At the chirping birds, with multi-hued plumage .
    The honking vehicles blending with the cries of the street vendors,
    Create a shrieking cacaphony.
    The merry schoolgoers, the old lady in the temple offering prayers,
    Paint a soothing picture of harmony.

    Suddenly she sinks into her land of memory
    Making it difficult to wake her up from her reverie.