Poetry Blog by Nitya Swaruba

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Cynthia Buell Thomas on the send-off (Mon, 6 Apr 2020 03:38 pm)

Philipos on the send-off (Mon, 6 Apr 2020 02:57 pm)

Ruth O'Reilly on the send-off (Mon, 6 Apr 2020 01:41 pm)

h e r

this world is a universe

for she is a world 

in herself

at every turn beautiful;

a billion flowers 

in any garden of gloom

would bloom to her smile;

her existence is life

her instance pride

with sadness shied away

the swooned heart

travels miles in a beat; 

every sweet smell 

reminds me of her

the earthy perfume

rain sends forth

the flavored whiff 

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beautygirllovememoriessweetwoman

d i s s o l v e d

when my eyes close 

and the day ends

thoughts get so loud

your curvy silhouette disintegrates 

I lose sight of you

my world loses the right you

as your mediocre choices

blend you in with the crowd

 

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lifemusingpeopleworld

deprived?

at times

life becomes 

that empty glass

fractured in the heat

waiting below a tap 

not connected

to a water source

before 

rain 

pours

 

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hopelifeworld

pity flower

sometimes

I forget

what you are:

just a flower

swaying to

the directions

of foul winds;

rooted,

yet can’t stand

your ground;

looted off

your perfections

for reasons lewd

you pursued

colors faded

and gone

gone into a world

a life where

pretty flowers

don't belong

 

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flowergirllifelovewomanworld

coffee and me

coffee, me, and no one around

I listen to me, I talk to me, decide life

we imagine, dream, fantasize

some of that is said out loud

some added to my notes

some sent out into the universe 

every sip brings me back to earth

and then we go again

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coffeelifelovemorningsmusing

the send-off

the fragrance of flowers 

gently touched 

by the cemetery breeze

celebrate the silence 

of life being released

 

the colors of nature

gather around 

that piece of earth

cradling every moment

of time since birth

 

dark figures fade out

with memories 

replaying in their heads

as the day ends, yet again

death is fed

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deathlifememoriesNature

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