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August 26, 2020
 

*Sweedle's Creative Corner

Hello stranger,

It's raining here today. Steaming cups of ginger tea are being passed on by cold hands. There is conversation and laughter, and the rain.

Mohd. Rafi is singing in the background,
Asking his loved one not to leave just yet. His heart has not yet had enough.
The pitter patter of raindrops on leaves adds an urgency to his request. Rains and goodbyes are apparently immiscible.

I sneak out quietly to the terrace, while the same stories are being recalled for the hundredth time downstairs. You feature in most of them; we all do. Tales from the good old days. But nostalgia can only do so much.

And now, I stretch out my palm to touch the rain. And tha...

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August 21, 2020
 

*SkylarkChallenge11
*Visitor
    
                      The Homecoming

A singular crunch,
Of shoes on a crisp, autumn leaf,
Echoes wildly in the silent night.

The house down the road shudders,
In the cold, snowy breeze.
Awaiting the return of the one who left.

Gloved hands fiddle,
With a key on a chain.
The metal feels familiar yet unknown.

A wry smile spreads across his lips,
He has been away for long.
He thinks about the residents of the house.
Sleeping, unaware, of the shadow at the door,
Returning, at last.

With renewed purpose,
He turns the key quietly.
The door creaks,
And the wooden floor slightly bends under his first step.

Just as he thought,
There is darkness all around.
He ...

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August 18, 2020
 

                      Murphy's Law

Pizza slices fall on the floor,
Cheese side down.
The wine bottle refuses to open,
In one go.

Candles stand upon the dinner table,
While the matches play hide and seek.
The playlist decides to play that one song,
That we forgot to delete.

The couch sags a little,
Exactly where we sit.
Intertwined fingers are forced to take a break,
To answer a phone call.

The cherries are sweet,
All except the last two.
The dog is quiet and respectful,
Until we decide to cuddle.

Our nights always felt like Murphy's Law,
Anything that could go wrong,
Did go wrong.

It was only in the mornings,
In those extra minutes we pretended to be asleep,
Did we realise,
That two ...

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August 13, 2020
 

*Sweedle's Creative Corner

              The Words I Call Myself

I call myself silence,
And shatter at the sound of irony.
I call myself rain,
A continuous, condescending, condensation.

I call myself stardust,
I just don't shine as bright as I used to.
I call myself a rolling stone,
Unaware of the end of the slope.

I call myself Jalaluddin,
And it is Shams who answers back.
I call myself Tithonus,
And grow weary of existence.

I call myself a mirror,
Blurring the lines between reality and illusion.
I call myself a story,
Being penned down as we speak.

I call myself in prayers,
I call myself in songs.
I call myself every word I've known,
To see which one responds.

Gundeep

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August 10, 2020
 

               Dil Mera Kaafir Nahi

Mere lafzon se zyada, meri khamoshiyon mein hissedaar hai,
Yeh dil mera kaafir nahi, bas thoda bimaar hai.

Zara ruk ruk ke chalta hai,
Bin baat ke machalta hai.
Samay ki bandisho se paar hai.
Yeh Dil Mera kaafir nahi, bas thoda bimaar hai.

Sapno ke saude hai bohot kiye,
Isne len-den ke ghoont piye.
Ab chhoota sab Vyapar hai.
Yeh dil mera kaafir nahi, bas thoda bimaar hai.

Dhun iski hai ab fisal rahi,
Jaan sisak sisak ke Nikal rahi.
Dhadkan mein fir bhi ek inkaar hai.
Yeh dil mera kaafir nahi, bas thoda bimaar hai.

Ghadi ke kaante ab maapte hai nafs, par
shayad waqt hi gunhegaar hai.
Yeh dil mera kaafir nahi, bas thoda bimaar hai.

Gundeep

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August 5, 2020
 

*SkylarkChallenge9
*Nonet

                            Magic

You once told me that words were magic.
"To say it, is to give it life."
And I knew one day, we would
be tired of playing Gods.
Silence would slowly,
Make us human,
unaware
magic
exists.

Gundeep

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July 29, 2020
 

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*Bookpoem

                           Rumi's Sohbet

(Sohbet has no English equivalent. It means something like "mystical conversation on mystical subjects". Rumi recalls such a Sohbet with Shams of Tabriz as the one that "shattered his world." His longing for one more Sohbet with Shams is described in these words. A longing that would transform a scholar into a Sufi)

"Your name is Spring.
Your name is Wine.
Your name is the nausea that comes from the wine"

So Let me have another,
For this house doesn't feel alive.
I am not done yet,
Can you see me swaying?

Make me a drink, from the choicest of your words.
Don't hold back, let the glass overflow.
I crave another shot,
O...

ANGEL BREATHING
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July 25, 2020
 

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*Shadows*

          
            We all Cast Shadows

Who keeps following me?
This familiar form fallen on the ground.
It keeps on coming closer,
With every passing hour,
Until finally, the follower becomes the leader.

Where does it disappear?
This fair weather friend.
At the slightest sign of brewing storms,
It begins to slowly fade away,
Until finally, there is only one of us left.

Why does it change?
This monochromatic shape shifter.
It stretches at tall as my imagination,
And gradually shrinks away,
Until finally, it becomes half the man I am.

What does it want?
This part of me that the light never touches.
The yin to my yang, the id to my super-ego,
It slowly bec...

ANGEL OF PASSION
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June 30, 2020
 

            Sweedle's Creative Corner

Things I have lost :

1) Organisation skills; rough start to a list, I know!
2) A couple of wrist watches and a considerable amount of time
3) A backup of precious text messages (so much for technology!)
4) A backup of missing mates (so much for people!)
5) The keys to a home I should have stayed longer in
6) Perspective; Half full, half empty. Shallow waters all the same
7) The Plot. (See point no. 1)
8) The practice wheels on my bicycle and a bunch of other safety nets
9) Boots of Spanish leather; made in China, missing in India
11) Consistency
12) Love; misplaced amidst the living of a life
13) Superstitions; It's Friday as I write this!
14) Some st...

SNOWMAN OVERLOOK
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June 25, 2020
 

                                        JHOR

Suman Da sips his tea frantically.
Burns his tongue with potent sweetness.
His trusted, static-ridden comrade has just informed him over radio waves.
A Jhor is on the way.

Suman Da closes his shop early today.
He has seen enough storms to know better.
His myriad of sturdy locks do not mind working overtime.
Veterans of mayhem, each one of them.

Under the convention of dark clouds,
Suman Da pedals his two-tubed chariot.
Lightning bolts flail wildly in the skies,
Thunder rhythmically rumbles,
And the trees begin to sway.
The dance of Jhor commences.

Raindrops relentlessly fall to their deaths,
Stinging the baked earth, and all that it holds.
The...

CHIRAYU 5
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June 2, 2020
 

                           
                               Selene

I built and built and built.
A tower of mankind's might.
A body made from the finest metal,
And wings that would never melt.
If only Icarus could have been patient.

I wrote and wrote and wrote.
Complex equations and flawless formulas.
A dream dreamt in numbers,
Written in pages laced with Greek.
Archimedes would have been proud.

I searched and searched and searched.
For the fire that mankind never knew.
A giant pool of enraged liquid,
And a spark to summon the angst.
Enough to wake Hephaestus from his sleep.

And so I flew and flew and flew,
Farther than any man had flown before.
To be united with the goddess of moon.
Unaw...

SIMPLICITY DAY
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May 14, 2020
 

                        
                          The Conversion

Change creeps in,
Cramping up those overworked limbs.
Skin sticks stubbornly to the bones.
Forging a sandpaper-wrapped skeleton.

Hunger finds a home for the night,
And slowly devours it's host.
"You are what you eat", the world says,
And apparently,
Some people are Nothing.

Fatigue puts a coat on,
And takes a walk down the highway.
It slithers in tattered blankets and
makeshift beds,
And lulls the weary to Sleep.

Hope packs it's bags,
And silently sets out in the night.
Making it's way to the Home,
Those feet failed to reach.
Unfulfilled, Undone.

Words line up together,
And fill up a column in a newspaper.
Numbers pass by...

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May 21, 2020
 

      
            The Madman & The Flame

I know what the madman knows,
I'm privy to his thoughts.
And so, I walk towards the flame,
For a reason I forgot.

I dance away my desires,
A crowd gathers under the spell.
Naked as the day I was born,
And ignorant just as well.

I unlearn all the opinions and
commandments,
That the world put on my shoulder.
They are but newly acquired, says the madman.
The flame is much, much older.

I cannot name that which burns,
For what burns so bright?
From ashes, it makes a man,
From smoke, a clear insight.

And so I sing, at the top of my voice,
For the entire world to see.
Engulfed slowly and completely,
By the fire, that was once within me.

I know what th...

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April 9, 2020
 

                          An Open Barter

These are the words I know.
These are the languages I can say them in.
This is the curve of my cursive,
And this, the tip of my pen.
Make what you will out of it.

These are the stories I tell.
These are the morals I can draw from them.
This is the fragrance of my folklore,
And these, my unfinished tales.
Choose an ending of your liking.

These are the songs I sing.
These are the tones I like to sing them in.
This is the pinnacle of my pitch,
And this, the lump in my throat.
Make a melody out of it if you must.

These are the possessions of my being.
Laid out under the stars, for an open barter.
Take something of mine, and leave something of yours in...

SIMPLICITY DAY
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March 25, 2020
 

                Of Pandemics and Prayers

I woke up in a strange world.
Where the sun shone on empty roads,
And rain fell on uncut grass.
Stray dogs established a settlement,
Under the string of stationary cars.
And swans swam in the silent waters again.

I woke up in a strange world.
Where Time was no longer Money.
An abundance of one couldn't balance the shortage of the other.
And a generation that was prepared to be ready for action when called upon,
Was ever so confusingly called into Inaction.

I woke up in a strange world.
Where families stayed together longer.
The transit from office to home was just a click of a button.
Free concerts were held in balconies,
Everyday as the sun sank.
...

SIMPLICITY DAY
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March 8, 2020
 

            A Letter to Myself

And may this find you in the best of health,
In the prime of your life,
In the most sublime state of your mind.

And may this reach you when you least need it,
When you have forgotten you ever wrote this.
When you have finally caught up with time.

And may this, then remind you,
That broken things can always mend,
That the best stories are also the ugliest ones.
That waves always come back to the shore.

So, in this conundrum of space and time,
May this be your unknown treasure,
And may this be my guiding light.
Until we both meet ourselves.

Gundeep

SIMPLICITY DAY
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February 24, 2020
 

                        The Day I Left

It rained a little the day I left.
If I hadn't left, I wouldn't have known.
Yellow leaflets swayed in the mist,
Separating from the safe, stagnated trees.
Ever searching for the breeze,
That will help them fall in the right places.
If I hadn't left, they wouldn't have either.

It rained a little the day I left.
Just enough,
To wash away the dust that had settled on my dreams.

Gundeep

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February 15, 2020
 

If this were a movie, the airport would come to a halt. Shadowed by the background music of rickety conveyor belts, a last ditch effort would be met with an easy approval. And amidst the grandeur of gaudy song and dance, two hearts would become one.

If this were an online conversation, digitized bits of broken heart emojis and late night redressals would flood a couple of lifeless smartphones. Texts and self respect would start to stagger as drunk fingers would stop obeying their masters. Until a frustrated press of a button brings down the curtains and blocks the other.

If this were wartime, bombs would fall from the sky, and the basement would reek of Rejection. Air raid sirens would ...

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY 2020
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January 29, 2020
 

                        An Old House

In an old house, far away from here,
Sunlight would sneak into our bed quietly.
And all of Midas' gold would wane,
Under the glow of your sun-kissed skin.

In an old house, far away from here,
We won't have to get up and leave.
We'll create our own world,
Out of creased bedsheets and cozy blankets.
I'll be the king of leather bound novels,
You'll be the queen of paperback poetry.

In an old house, far away from here,
Coffee cups would get refilled by themselves.
Hozier would never stop singing,
And Time would finally take a break from all this running around.

In an old house, far away from here,
Love will place a 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door,
And ...

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January 26, 2020
 

I am rejection,
Bleeding out on the thorns of the first rose that I ever bought.

I am elation,
Dancing at the bottom of a vodka shot in the dark.

I am hope,
Adjusting optimism settings on my social networks.

I am envy,
Spying on a child's carefree smile.

I am failure,
Sinking slowly in the sofa after a long day of work.

I am love,
Brewing unknowingly in a shared cup of coffee under the stars

I am regret,
Sneaking around in old photographs and letters.

I am pain,
Screaming in every stitch above my left eyebrow.

I am pride,
Standing tall on the podium for surviving another day.

I am an unfinished Mosaic,
Of pieces old and new.
Not just skin and bones,
I am everything I've been throug...

MLK DAY
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January 19, 2020
 

Shhh..they are singing now!
Of crimson skies and fire-laden winds.
Of tired eyes and broken spirits.
A song that chokes the throat.

Shhh..they are counting now!
A hundred, a thousand, a million.
Categorizing birds, animals, trees, humans.
Souls that end up becoming statistics.

Shhh..they are angry now!
They post, they tweet, they debate.
Fingers are pointed, until there are no hands left to pray.
A Noise that buries the truth.

Shhh..they are sleeping now!
On a bed that hasn't been turned to ashes,
In a house that isn't burning down,
Under a sky that hasn't been devoured by smoke.

Shhh..let them sleep!
For maybe reality is just a bad dream after all.

Gundeep

THE SUN
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January 6, 2020
 

                  
                   New Year's Wishlist

Bring us a new decade,
And we'll decorate it with bells of optimism.
Shoving the past under the carpet,
We'll stomp our feet and sing 'auld lang syne',
Just to make sure it doesn't come up again.

Bring us a new slate,
And we'll start writing new stories again.
With the taste of fresh chalk on our lips,
We'll edit our endings and exclude our sorrows.
Just to make it a tale worth retelling.

Bring us a new muse,
And we'll challenge immortality itself.
With our paintings, our songs, our words,
We'll etch our beloved throughout the world.
Just to put a time stamp on love.

Bring us a new dawn,
And with it, bring us a renewed soul.
We'v...

A HAPPY NEW YEAR
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December 18, 2019
 

                  Me, Myself, and I

I haven't sat with myself lately.
Me, myself, and I have grown apart.
In another world, I would have more time,
In another time, I would care less for the world.

I haven't turned a page lately.
Rumi gathers dust on my bedside.
He is no stranger to longing, and Shams knows this to be true.
For what is one more speck of dust to a desert?

I haven't questioned lately.
Afraid of unearthing what I might have buried within.
I've seen too many voices being subdued nowadays,
Enough to justify subduing my own.

I haven't been myself lately.
And my Self seems to be fine with it.
It flips to the next page, and holds out the pen,
Pleading someone else to finish wr...

ANGEL OF PASSION
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November 23, 2019
 

                     
                        WORRY 101

You see, that's the thing about Worry, my love,
It's addictive.
You find yourself tuning into it,
The moment you are alone.
Like an unending novel you can't wait to complete.

From one scenario to the other,
Your mind unwinds down the familiar spiral.
There's always another worry to worry about.
There's always more string than pearls.

You see, that's the thing about Worry, my love,
It's infinite.

It doesn't require a rooftop balcony,
Or a designated area.
Public Worrying isn't an offence. Not yet.
There's nothing to purchase,
Nothing to deal.

You see, that's the thing about Worry, my love,
It's convenient.

So I could go on and on ...

ENJOY THE LITTLE THINGS
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November 8, 2019
 

         The Act of Living

Curtains close, and we walk back home.
For a while, there shall be no more acting.
We've been awake for far too long.
Let the claps die down,
And let sleep follow.

Our eyes are tired of facing the spotlight,
Our feet long for a step that isn't choreographed.
Our costumes reek of nervous nights and copious wines,
Our tongues are tired of speaking words that aren't ours.

The carpet rolls back, and we leave the stage.
For a while, the lights shall remain off.
We've not been ourselves for too long.
Let the crowd dissipate slowly,
And let forgetfulness follow.

The cleaners come in now,
And start sweeping away our Aura.
The trash can is full of aspirations and aceto...

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October 16, 2019
 

          
                       The Price of Gold

Golden is the sun,
Golden the fields beneath.
Golden the swaying grain,
Gold as far as the eye can see.

A lone guardsman sits amidst this treasure,
Bare-Chested, barren hands.
You wouldn't believe even if I swore,
He owns All the gold of these lands.

His palace is all but a room.
The queen and two princesses wait.
For the emperor is a slave to all that gold.
A truly unfortunate checkmate.

The gold is useless unless sold,
To the market he now marches.
Sets up shop between the pillars of politics and poverty,
It's madness underneath those arches.

He comes with gold and leaves with pennies,
And no one has a clue.
he must sell gold to make...

DO WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY
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October 8, 2019
 

                           The Casino

The sound of chips hitting the table scares you.
One man's jingle is another man's alarm.
The roulette spins,
And takes your head on the ride as well.
By the time it stops,
You have forgotten why you came here.

You wonder why they call it 'dealing' the cards.
What exactly are they asking for in return?
One man's trade is another man's dilemma.
You fold once again,
Fingers crossed, hoping you wouldn't have won.

The dice rub together and ignite probability.
One man's chance is another man's certainty.
You know too well numbers have never been your friends.
So you hold the bet,
Until your chips start to sink in the skin of your palms.

You see laughter, y...

MADE WITH LOVE
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September 25, 2019
 

I build myself a cage.
With bars made of indecisiveness.
I chain myself to the wall.
With a series of iron-laden excuses.

I set a mousetrap for myself,
And use anxiety instead of cheese.
I drive myself to the edge,
And let panic take the wheel.

I dig myself a pit.
With a spade made from over exaggeration.
I erect a barbed wire fence,
With shards of broken dreams.

I do all this silently, gradually,
So as to not cause alarm.
Lest others might take notice and wake me up.

Had I known any better,
I would have stayed away from myself.

Gundeep

SUPPORT AND SAVE US!
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September 13, 2019
 

       
             Of Eclipses and Empty Spaces

You used to be fascinated with the sky.
Pointing out constellations on a whim.
Blurting out random trivia,
"99.98% of space is a void"
And I would be left thinking,
About how emptiness can be it's own wonder.

"When we see the stars, we only see the past", you said one night.
"It could be a black hole right now,
But we wouldn't know for years.
All we would see is a warm twinkle in the night,
Telling us that everything is fine."

I would realise much later,
That people were no different.
We would see smiling faces, perfect plans.
Telling us everything is fine.
Hiding the implosion that has taken place within.
Covering up the black hole that w...

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September 4, 2019
 

              Leaving

Leaving isn't that simple.
It isn't a single act of boarding a flight.
It is getting off at the other end.
It isn't a final, teary hug.
It is the lump in the throat afterwards.

Leaving isn't that obvious.
It isn't the squeak of suitcase wheels.
It is the pulling away of all that baggage.
It isn't the final twist of the key.
It is the cold, steel lock on the door.

Leaving isn't that instantaneous.
It isn't a final selfie.
It is the framed photo in a new room.
It isn't just waking up and heading out.
It is the empty bed.

Leaving isn't about what you left behind.
It is about what you kept.
Leaving isn't when you leave.
It is knowing that you have left.

Gundeep

LIMITS EXIST ONLY IN THE MIND
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