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I’d Imagine

I’d Imagine I’d imagine,  the sores of sky the wings that fly  the lengthy landscapes the pretty escapes  the denser pines the backdrop that shines  I’d imagine, a day or two Your open arms and your voodoo, Rising mountains and falling valleys  Views beyond past and future tallies, silver lining on clouds and snow Beyond the spectrum of falls and springs to know Walking in woods and breeze of dew  Holding hands with no fear of adios! I’d imagine a life with you Like a waterfall with rainbow I’d imagine having a dream of my own Without a fear of burning the crown I’d imagine you beside me and being beside you Like Shade of trees  and longer journeys Holding your hands  and caressing your hair Sharing with you  All whens and wheres With all my courage  In some dusk or noon I’d imagine letting you know May be i love you And i’d imagine May be you too! But, a million others would tell me in words I can imagine flowers and swords Like numbers, life is real and complex Holding a sigh  I’d im
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The three doors

The Three doors Vivid and naive, a soul so pure I flew like the wilderness of moors, And there came the first door! Luring my best spirits No fear, driven like empirics, Awaiting the dazzling light,  the musical pour, I headed like it was heaven’s door Hoping it’ll be splendid, Like there’s nothing that I wanted more The door opened, but, the floor finished  Like landing from a high summit, Crushed to pieces, shattered and seeded And, then you see, a fall is what u needed! To bring you closer to your stronger self Who picked up the pieces, with a god sent elf. The elf embarked me to a new path From bitter to better like a magical strath, Windows peeking to reflect my soul, A mystical assurance of ‘this is what I might be looking for’ And so, I headed to the second door, The door said welcome aboard I could feel butterflies,  and hear musical chords!! A sweet gesture that pulled my soul out of foggy overcast, Leading to a palace of glass,  It was elf’s abode, so pretty and vast! It refl
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Your Traces

I see your trace In the first drop of rain That hits my face In the petrichor that follows Like rainbow out of billows I embrace your traces Like the first shed in the Fall,  Like the subtle sartorial hues sprawl I feel your traces In the first blossom of spring, Like the fresh snow’s picturesque fling I saw your traces  in hues of reds and pinks,  In passion of conventions and kinks,  in times of ups and downs  In shades of greys and browns In holds of sorrow and delight In my dreams, blurry and bright                    -words by Kirti Mahajan                        Thoughts of  Aupal
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The Canvas and the boy

He stood beside a canvas Some strokes some scribbles, a neutral canvas,   Still bright n white He peeked some more, few leaves and petals it bore. From a corner he saw the dark progressed It emerged to bitter  Like something left unaddressed  It grew n grew  N before i knew  it was deeper and darker, Eating up canvas’s soul altogether  All that stayed,  the withered leaves and petals And few thorns still not apart all, that died in the dark He closed his eyes,  And stayed all stiff  hoping it may stop  Revisiting the perspective of ‘what if’ But everytime I saw  From the bright white,  It turned to a dead night  a corner of canvas  and the boy besides He didn’t know, he’s part of the prose The canvas, the boy and a withered rose Cares, fears and wears they carry Depicting the hues of a unique love story -Kirti Mahajan
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The Happy Warrior

Where nights shine with the crescent moon With silver lined clouds, the mornings bloom Tall pines shed blessings and boon Dropping valleys and mountains glorier A known abode of the happy warrior Little was known and little was shared  All we knew they were never scared In the battles of truths and lies, The happy warrior barred escapes and ties A soul of peace with armour and shields the happy warrior is their own storier A knight of love and guardian of stakes The happy warrior’s happiness is fake Their love is to the moon and back They let you love with all your twists and attack. Their poise is their wealth, their courage is their stealth, They taught endless lessons, How the fears are to be dealt. Life’s hardest of battles they fought  Without ever regretting what all eminent they lost At times of worldly cries, Tearing to pieces, but holding the smiles The cause of divine, and all that’s merrier,  Such is the love of the happy warrior The happy warrior is a god sent blessing, a h
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The dark thoughts

A mind full of thoughts In memories it is lost Stuck in loops of ifs and then Trying to answer the questions Dissolving like a sweet poison  A loud and dark suspension The curse of memory  Stirs my soul, Digs a hole, To fill the void, That 'I' create Corners me to show, That rest of it is great! Its swirling like us all,  Eating from within and deepening the hole. Falling into darkness And calling it a shade Seeking the light While, running from the day's bright. Lacking every ounce of courage to fight, Accepting as it may not or might Would I never break this chain ? Would I ever make my way out of my brain? There must be some stairs With no when's and wheres, Plunging into ground, Far from those sounds. In wake of a cheerful sun, For sake of that last run, live today and tomorrows As they are and as we can. -Kirti Mahajan
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The gift

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