The Doll

it just had one eye

possessed a single ear

it was grounded in dirt

and yet she held it dear

this doll was her favorite

even though she had more

she didn't care for others

it never left her bored

she gave it names

combed its wrinkled hair

washed it with soap

and dried in sunlit stairs

she returned an hour later

then shocked, a rueful cry

the doll was nowhere to be seen

it didn't even bade goodbye

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a few miles ahead

his panting growing heavy

yet the boy had a smile

today, his sister would be happy

she had just turned two

while he himself marched to eight

their slum could afford no more

but could he keep blaming his fate

"this is for you, a gift,"

he handed the doll to his sister

she yelled in joy, crying

"Wow! you are the best brother"

the doll, looked, mute

wondering through the night

was this unfair to previous owner

or did the brother do right

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Spring

you can watch it grow

taking shape as you bow

blossoming in full

no, there aren't any rules

sunlight would be good

but it's the warmth it prefers

you can talk to it daily

the opinions wouldn't differ

don't go for manuals

your heart would know better

let the bond speak for itself

the petals inching nearer

the beauty that it beholds

a pristine gift of nature

the flowers bloom all around

announcing spring, in leisure

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Faith

Life isn't a set of compulsions. It's ok not to find your feet at times. It's absolutely fine to feel tired. Your share of success may seem distant, but do not give up, for it's still there. Do not ever feel that you can not reach the mark. It might seem impossible today, but believe me, you will find your way, eventually.

Just do not give up on that faith, ever.


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Stranger

There is a sense of belonging that we all crave for. Interestingly, not everything familiar can feel like ours. Sometimes, it's the unknown that could also make us feel at ease.

Or a stranger, who may not seem to be one!

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Miracle

I have seen people taking failures for granted, as if that is the most obvious outcome. I have been a victim of the same line of thought too, innumerable times, ignoring that there is always another side to every coin. While it is easy to sulk and surrender to losses, the accompanying regret can be haunting. Why not then, strive an extra mile, take that demanding leap, and grab that sliver of an opportunity that is knocking on the door? What if we succeed?

And even if we fail, well, didn't we already take it for granted in the first case? At least this failure wouldn't have the extra burden of regret of not trying, and will be a bit lighter to carry.

What then, do you say?


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Life

We are surrounded by our own sets of problems, and we wage a war within to set ourselves free from them. However, when there is life, problems are bound to come. What should we do, then?

Accept. Understand. Evolve.

Remember, conditions may not always be favourable, and you wil be bound to weather the storm. Who would guard you? Your righteousness. What would be your shelther? Your truth.
Have belief in your actions, and life would not be a battle anymore, but your home that you have been blessed with.


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Heartache

Heartaches are inevitable. How much you try to avoid them, they would come, sooner or later. You might not like it, but that's the truth of existence.

Every heartache leaves us shattered, and yet it provides a tinge of hope of a better tomorrow. The broken pieces could be glued again. The dreams long harboured could be revisioned. The hopes could be built once more.

Heartaches are necessary. They teach us to weather the storm, and grant us the strength to stand upright, everytime we falter.


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• Imaginary Garden - The Tuesday Platform

Graffiti

It is difficult to fix yourself when you are broken, specially in love.

But wouldn't you give love a second chance, if it comes your way? Again!

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Scars

It's never a good idea not to trust yourself. You may be weak, you might be failing, and you could be seeking strength, which comes in the form of a new bond. But don't let that bond maim you.

You are powerful. Don't permit any relationship to make you feel otherwise. Don't.

NEVER.


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Fading

(Image Source: http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.com/)

inked postcards fading

amidst my teary fingers

as I trace your name

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