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What My Tree Told Me

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  I I was planted in 2016 in an urban residential colony, where everything was green. The roads were lined with myriad trees, arching over the tarmac forming a lovely ceiling, shielding vehicles and passers-by from the cruel sun on hot summer afternoons. Two-way roads were partitioned not by iron and concrete barricades, but by picturesque bougainvilleas almost always in full bloom with pastel-pink flowers. Birds ruled the canopies: flowerpeckers, Shikras and a plethora of passerines in between. Empty plots of land were usually kept unkempt, becoming ecosystems in their own right— shrubs and herbs grew unchecked, and warblers, Grey Francolins, peafowls, many reptiles and little critters found a happy home in the thickets. In the centre of this paradise was a huge piece of public land, completely vacant. If you ask any citizen of Coimbatore what the fate of 6.5 acres of empty land in a residential colony would be, a) they wouldn’t believe that such a thing even exists, or b) they ...
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To someone in the canopy

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Lovers cannot match that glue That binds my heart to thee. When tragedy falls, and all is blue Thy song shall always set me free. Alone in thine abode, I fall into this State that others perceive as misery bleak; But do you know, darling, that 'tis but bliss So absorbing that I forget to speak? I am in raptures, yet i have seen you not- I have only, from afar, heard your call. But how have you, with just that, wrought Love that I just cannot stall?
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Winter

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I wonder what winter has in store for me Does it have thin sleet, chilly winds, Cracking frost, or maybe, a carpet of snow? Does it have christmas trees, soothing fires or perhaps, cozy hot chocolate? Does it have silent, dark, dreamy, Surreal lovely nights? I sit, writing, and await the first real winter of my life. Tell me, love, will it be what my mind hopes it could be?
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The Gods Themselves–A Review

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Against stupidity, the gods themselves contend in vain. The book is, I daresay, as profound as the quote. Authors come, authors go, but few, I think, can become immortal through their words. And no reader can deny that Asimov is one of those authors. My father, from whom I have inherited this love for reading, now reads little outside his subject area. One of these rare excursions of his back to the world of fiction was Asimov's ‘The Gods Themselves’. The relatively small book has ever since been on his suggestion list to me, ranking up there with epics such as ‘War and Peace’ and ‘Godfather’. Last month I read it. And boy, oh boy, did I love it. Almost everything was perfect with that book. The storyline was awesome. The imagery was so tastefully done <insert italian chef kiss>. The pace of the story was the most unique one I have ever come across. And I noticed no literary devices to make the story sound any more nail biting that it actually is. Yes. None at all. Just the s...
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Tomorrow

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  So many expect; So many hope So many desire and dream, Tomorrow waits, slowly arrives- A ship of marvels agleam. “Everything will get better, all will be good Next morning will be perfectly fine; People will forget all their grudges, And lovely things are just waiting to be mine.” (Future chuckles) Tomorrow‘s not gonna be any better, love. It’ll be the same toil and tire Haters will hate, ventures will fail, And stakes shall soar ever higher Trudging through fabled, magical, wonderful tomorrow, You will groan, heave, cry, sigh, maybe even shatter ’Well, that was one horrible day,’ you will then think, ’But tomorrow, I know, will be “happily ever after”.’ PS. Great ideas strike at midnight. In a half-dazed state of consciousness, works like this one, I think, might be the catharsis of the subconscious, so I have taken care not to alter the contents of the first draft when I upload this poem.
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The RedBull Pixie

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I opened another can of soda one day And you won’t guess what popped out- Dressed in green, yellow, ochre and gray Jumped out a pixie- round and stout I’ve never seen a frickin’ pixie before, Much less one that is obese But tell me- which pixie lineage from days of yore Could have been obsessed with Mac & Cheese? But this one was, somehow, and so she dove Right into my delicious supper With passion, zeal and gluttonous love She finished it all- that little suker… With the sauce dripping from her spherical body She noticed me- at last- and gave me her hand Her poise was royal, her face all lordy, Aiyoo!- that attitude! I just couldn’t stand! With a cunning smile and and icy heart I backhanded her off the table Destiny has dictated that this is how we part, Dear pixie- beauty of some nightmarish fable The critter wouldn’t give up- she stood up, hurt And saw me with eyes filled with hate I suppose she was gonna apologise, but By now, it was just too late. ...
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The Earthen Lamp

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  A cone of pure energy, glowing like The sun, saunt'ring down the evening sky Suddenly, I was too magnificently stupefied To ask myself how or why. It is just oil vapourising and waltzing With a random oxygen atom But why's the couple draped in lovely orange? My mortal mind just couldn't fathom. I shall always wonder at these puzzling Yet gorgeous beauties of you, mother nature  Like this delightful flame of the earthern lamp Just another one of your alluring features.
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