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Insomnia

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Thoughts keep awake
Body becomes fake
It doesn’t get sleep
Happens to be creep
Sleeping with eyes
Dreaming of lies
Away from bed
Pillow in head
Lights too dim
Face is grim
Everything’s bright
For sleepless night

Written by
Shilpi C. Sinha

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Alive

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Every day supressed
You depressed
It will go on like this
No change no bliss
Living in a hell
Ringing all the bell
Love labour lost
City count cost
One in one out
Disappear no shout
No one will come
When you’re done
Stand up and wipe
Smile again life
Alive is you
Isn’t that true

Written by
Shilpi C. Sinha

Society

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Keep away from this shit
Refrain from making trips
To places unknown
Filled with voices ungrown
Keep away keep away
You know you’re their prey
Turning you insane
Leaving you in disdain
You’re not to be this way
Just leave the place you stay
Stop, See and Unfollow
Make space, let it be hollow

Beyond Life

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Complaints are vain
When life is uncertain
You don’t see if it all exists
You don’t know if it all would cease
Only what happens now is alive
Everything else is deep and blind
Not visible to open eyes
Or far beyond the mind
Thoughts grow with time
Believing on all that’s divine
There’s no escape to life
From living perhaps this life
Existence matters when you see
A life in life that’s free.

Simple is Not Equal To Happy Anymore !

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Little things don’t make me happy

Things not Grand make me so snappy

I care about nothing less than Me

It doesn’t even matter to me who’s he

Everything big, fat and visible

Ostensibly grand but not divisible

I wish to own a one or more

fit enough to engage and allure

Screaming desires haunt my ego

life’s a waste if lived incognito

Nothing less than Grand will do

Am I or I am Greedy says Who ?

Please see, only the pretentious assure

Simple is not equal to happy anymore

Entire being goes into accumulation

Transgressing the path of renunciation

Written by
Shilpi C. Sinha

I Sit

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Doing-nothing-on-purpose

I sit half thinking, half relaxed

here’s the time when am not taxed

leaving work and designation

that bore slavery and recognition

Am no more bound to work anymore

nor do i search for, at any door

I sit casually with my tea

loving and loathing the time that’s free

Unable to think of what to do

To do, to do, to act no clue.

I should practice quietness

for doing snatches happiness

I should just sit happy for a while

Travel inside and work in style

for bread and butter has its own source

I need not get up for any force

In steps i try to travel inside

but thrown away by high tide

still being trapped with work outside

i sit here and sit on the other side

The Stupid HaHaHa

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I don’t understand why they do

but the way they do is terrible too

i move a word and simple it goes

haha response is their signature pose

is it for me or just everyone

that haha song they make me learn

am i too reserved or am i not stern

am i uneducated or that i don’t earn

all this and that, my friends don’t do

relatives of course, i wish could undo

their burlesque behavior and mockery,

could have learnt to react more properly

be it profane or just for some fun

murder once done can never be undone.

Busy Feelings ..

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Somethings there,that isn’t bright,

somethings there without light

wondering where to find some

if its one or maybe none

i look into free spaces everywhere

upon the surface and inside layer

there’s something that i miss now

unknowing where to find and how

busy feelings and slave thoughts

of past or dead doesn’t rot

unable to figure what happens

life and lifelike dampens

struggling to explore that something

for some life is better than dumping

A – Z poetry : “J”

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An experiment on writing poem with an alphabet . Tried with J

Sakshi Vashist

One alphabet as a muse at a time. Here is “J”

An open invitation for poets to attempt to write with N, O, Q, V, X and Z as muses.
Leave a comment in case you’re interested, I’ll contact you – don’t post the poem in the comments 😉

Jive along the rhythm of life
Just forget the daily strife
Journey begins when you live
Joyous face without a stiff
Jiggling every bit of your being
Jumping around like no one seeing
Jazzing to the lifelike tunes
Joining everyone for communes
Jealous from none who have more
Jubilant enough to explore
Jade or Jack doesn’t matter
Just enough to fill the platter
Judging none for id or ego
Jilting none like incognito
Joking or kidding all in fun
Justice meant for everyone

Sarah-Jessica-Parker

This is a guest post by Shilpi Rajput. See her blog here. She is a teacher by profession and a start up partner with her…

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Innocence is the Fruit of Childhood

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People today have many faces

leading lives without any traces

there’s no one face anymore

it was only, when they were four

when their face was bright as sunshine

things brought smile were less than a dime

they eat, drank and played with everyone

but now keep looking for that, some ‘one’

they loved everyone without a thought

hugged each other even when they fought

to them now adds each year

a different face with a thick layer

the face of smartness and desperation

in search of millions to joy and recreation

wishing every day to go back in years

tired of guilt and living in fears

longing everyday to be happy like a child

searching for innocence among the wild

this is what people are doing today

forgetting their roots and old play

though none can pierce into the thick

that is thickened each year with a new trick

so once all grown cannot be rooted out

tentacles grow in us just as the sprout

still there’s something even if we ‘re done

out of so many faces just pick any one