As the humor faded

In the stunned silence

I looked in the mirror

Bright eyes with

Unrevealed stories

And smiling lips

With secret depths

Oh! But just a

Simple person

If seen without

Knowing

But with thousands

Of folds and

Depth of unraveled

mysteries

 

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Let’s play my broken dove

Let’s play a new game

Where I will force you to fly

And you’ll keep taking blame

I’ll pluck your useless feathers

And leave you to cry in vain

I will ignore your screams

And you’ll keep praying like insane

 

Come my beautifully broken dove

You know how much I care

I trust you’ll fulfill my dreams

But only by crushing your soul I dare

One day you’ll forget the pain

And you will see only my truth

That day you will be winner

Or you have to die like a fool…

©ANKITA CHATURVEDI

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And that shining moon is waning

Silver lining getting lost

No peeps of tomorrow

No echoes of past ghosts

Stripped and bared to the soul

Darkness gobbling tender dreams

Twisted paths never ending

Seeking unknown destinies:

Trapped in circles of

Restless time

Forever bleeding in

Constellations stymied

Crippled hearts and lost smiles

Seeking light of dignity

For stars and scars write

Stories in eternal schemes

Some on our skins and

Some in flowing streams:

Lost or found

Some handful of wishes

Just the fate of tossed dime

What’s gone has been written

In the forlorn world of time.

©ANKITA CHATURVEDI

 

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A last touch

We have been drifting apart

And, it has been gone so long

Yet we kept holding together

For the feel of being ‘belong’

As last tune has paved its way

In the silence at the end of rhyme

Our chapters together has ended

With breaking echo of last chime

For long we have been stranded

On the shifting sands of tales

Carving images in the flickers

Which has long its luminous phase

Your desire was for burning sun

And I craved for soothing moon

We tried to live in twilight

And struggled long in hollow tunes

One phase stands at its end

Another at the start of new trend 

Weary souls shredding tears at goodbye

Tomorrow new stories ought to begin

 ©ANKITA CHATURVEDI

 

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Wishing on star love

Yester night was a beautiful night,
Tippet of stars over blue sky,
I was gliding in dreams,
Leaving dreary world unseen,
A star among them stealth its way,
And came across to where I lay,
We talked for long about dancing brooks,
The gust of wind and butterfly troops,
What is emotion? Was the question,
Pure senses, unfiltered by reason,
What is the meaning of devotion?
To surrender without forceful notion,
What is it that meant by passion?
Exuberant desires with whirling motion,
We talked and talked about the life,
Without the thought of clock strikes,
I asked him how wishes are fulfilled?
With tears in eyes, shaking with chill,
He hold my hand and told me in thrill,
To strangers wish and heart’s desire,
My lover broke and gave her fire,
He hold dignity for her sacrifice,
She lost her life for strangers aspire,
With morning dew he retraced the path,
A tearing ending to a fairy start,
I lost my will to question again,
With aching nerves to living I went……..
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SHADES OF SHOW

Far away in twilight world

Somewhere in the asundered land

I saw an angel, got floundered

To a strange dimension I tranced.

In between the web of Yes and NO

Got tangled in the weaves of show

Blindsided to what matters most

Rolled in the waves of fantasy.

Trending in ruins of promises

Broken wings touched alter stone

Offering it’s heart in  sacrifice

For delusional oath of morrow

Prediction’s for the unpredictable

What a beautiful lie it is

Just a single flick of false hope

Creating shades of what ifs…..

©ANKITA CHATURVEDI

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In Array of stymied

Sometimes they whisper in colors

At other in the gray of life

A remembrance in flashes of memory

Or in the wordless reasons light

 

Let silence be my call to thee

Waiting for your one glance to me

My words are hooked by dignity

Or Is it the illusion of pride?

 

Amidst the flow of egoistical trash

Standing stunned in vortex of time

Will me to be a flexible self

To be the lover of sublime

 

In free ocean let sail began

With no regret of the past

Drifting towards the new beginning

With wisdom’s song in tranquil heart………….

 

©ANKITA CHATURVEDI

 

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