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I wonder what orange tastes like: A poem
This poem was inspired from the idea that if colours had a taste, what would they taste like. In this particular poem, I talk about what orange tastes like. / I wonder what orange tastes like / I think it tastes like The warmth of the first ray of sun After a long cold winter…
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Lies that are not lies (#can’tturntheresearcherbrainoff)
This poem was written for a prompt by @LivInTheLinesPoetry The prompt was ‘Write a lie you told yourself at sunset’ / Lies that are not lies (#can’tturntheresearcherbrainoff) / Under the sky painted in pinks and purples, I told myself it’s going to be okay. Was it a lie told to console myself after being ghosted…
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Deodar heaven: A nature poem
Deodar heaven / Heaven for her is Sitting in a deodar forest Where clouds can caress her face While she loses herself in the latest poetry collection on moments, memories and grief. -Armaan You can support me by contributing to my Buy Me A Coffee (link at the bottom of the page) Photo by Nandita…
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Untitled: A poem on modern life
This Untitled (deliberately) poem is about modern life and our stresses in it which don’t allow us to enjoy the moment. / Untitled: A poem / Why is the nightingale singing at 1 AM on a rainy summer night? Can she too not sleep because she has a presentation in the morning that can get…
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Promises in the moonlight: A poem
This is a poem about making promises to yourself, promises to keep your dreams alive. I am not entirely happy with what I wrote, so I might try to rewrite this later. Promises in the moonlight / Starting with adagio, he slowly rises with grace Letting the butterfly of unfulfilled dreams balance on his fingertips…
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My Love Stained Heart Needs to Grieve: A grief poem
My Love Stained Heart Needs to Grieve My ink stained hands refuse to let go Of the muscle memories of you. Everytime I pick up my pen And lose myself in the artist’s daze I come out after hours only to realize That I ended up etching your face again. / Now what do I…
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How to Reach Nostalgia: A poem
If you want to visit nostalgia, how can you reach there. That’s what this poem is all about. How to Reach Nostalgia Start at the red door of your Grandma’s house in the village And move towards the woods where the echoes of your laughter Can still be heard on windy summer days. The heat…
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Old celluloid, new grief: A poem
This is a poem about memories, the value of photographs and grief. / Old celluloid, new grief / While getting the attic of my nani’s house sale ready, I found a rusty old can filled with celluloids. Through teary eyes, I somehow managed to see My car keys abandoned on the tattered brown sofa seat.…
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The portrait of the woman with a red bindi: A grief poem
I always thought that grief hits you hardest on the big days but it’s in the little everyday moments that I miss my grandmother the most. This grief poem marks my official start to this year’s NaPoWriMo. The portrait of the woman with a red bindi / Whether someone came for a brief stop, a…
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Mini poems on cricket, longing and a desire to learn
Mini poems on cricket, longing and a desire to learn The flickering yellow street lamp- A child sits underneath With a pile of books / Yellow light illuminates A woman in a red saree Waiting by the open door / Bright green grass – On the pitch A bowler salivates -Armaan You can support me…