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The Throes Untold....

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(c) Shilpa Sandesh Jaded and irked, With a trapped wrath, The fragments of hurt, Bombarding within, Breached is the dignity, The agony, like a volcano, Waiting to erupt; She was born a flower, And fights the thorns, The exasperation stays, And ache sways, She scuffles the isolation, A pathetic state, Of oppression and forlorn, Staggering and prodigious, They would be forevermore , The throes untold!

Down The Memory Lane

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(c) Shilpa Sandesh Looking behind, The moments that are past, Fervent and profound, Reigning this heart; A dandled childhood, coddled and pampered, Seems like dreams entangled, Still to be unraveled; The spring of youth, Adolescence conquered, He snapped out of imaginations, And became her Love's aspiration; A cherished bond, Nurtured with devotion, Sweetened with the tinge, Of respect and affection; Turmoils came, And brought with it, Dejection and sadness, Tirade and blames; But nothing's forever, Not even the pains, The chiding's bedim, Happiness reframed, Her soul has settled, The anguish is tamed, And nothing she feels, As she looks, Down the memory lane!

The Dawn And The Dusk

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(c) Shilpa Sandesh Prickles like thousand needles Agonizing and stinging, Stars Speak Through destiny, And fallacious karmas, As the new day thumps, On her barren self, She rises to welcome The anonymous and unperceived. Is it the dawn, Of a zillion ordeals, Or Is it the dusk Of the relinquishing nemesis !

In The Heaven's Vault

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(c) Shilpa Sandesh A hysterical soul, In tears within, Serene expressions, And a gloomy grin; Words untold, Sealed behind , Those trembling lips, Arms outstretched, Like an albatross Preparing its flight; Yearning for exemption, From the encompassing chaos, The absurdity and purposelessness, Tranquility bereaved, Much has been lost; A pseudo smile, Phony and mock, Sufficing is this pomp, And a counterfeit beam, I stand beneath, Wide open sky, A blue spread ahead And an urge to glide, Let me take a leap, And mount and whoosh, And the world is a past, From the zenithal highs, As I let loose, In the Heaven's vault!