Poetry

Posthumously

Did you miss me today?

You wrote with sadness, the ink red,

Do you remember the last time when we spoke?

We were alone in a crowd,

Our eyes spelt what the weather portrayed,

Downcast, clouds a little heavy with rain.

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Where is the value in artistic talents?

Well, there was once a street urchin,

Whose strokes brought barely a glance from passers-by,

He did think his work princely, though,

And, never did stray from his daily pursuits.

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He never did sell a work of his art,

Until one day, he left this world for another,

His princely art, showcased as legacy of his good breeding.

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And, the world?

It knew, it had lost a man of brilliance to ignorance and disregard,

Now, standing in awe, awarding him prestige,

Honor he had never received when alive,

Would there be regret? Of course, on every lips,

Too late, as he had died, a pauper,

He can neither see or hear “appreciation.”

-shobana-

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Poetry

When Talking About It…

Talk about it like it is something of irrelevance,

Because each time you make it relevant, you give rise to fear.

Talk about it like it is a hurdle you have to cross,

To reach that nirvana that we hope to see in our lifetime.

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Not all will die of the disease,

History is testament to that.

There will be survivors,

Who will tell of its terrors, and its attacks.

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When dusk falls, remember to embrace its magnificence, its splendor,

For you might not see another Sunrise,

To mark your days as a witness.

-shobana-

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Poetry

Nothingness

Out of nothingness came that speck of hope,

That light that everyone tries to find at the end of a tunnel,

I, at the least was the master of my fate, though I must say that,

It was not the type of fate that you would envision for someone like me,

There were days when nothingness was quite the luxury.

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Every day when the Sun rises,

I breathe with renewed hope,

Another day to welcome, Another gift to see the world around me,

My vision clears all misconceptions,

Am I not the survivor of ridden clouds.

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I have lived more than the years that are upon me,

I have outlived the storm that had once straddled me,

Those storms, now I see them as hurdles so small,

At one time, they did overwhelm me.

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Yes, out of nothingness I have seen a ray of hope,

Out of nothingness, I am but who I was meant to be.

-shobana-

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