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Her dreams— poetry

She is a living art 

Too real to be called fiction,

Too fictitious to be called real.

Her dreams are shades of red,

Inside her body like 

blood sandwiched between flesh.

She talks to the polka-dotted curtains that hang in the lobby, 

like forgotten art, in a room decorated with false-ceilings.

She smells of flowers

Her soul— a basket full of baked stars,

Forgotten amidsts a sky, 

dotted with scraps of papers—

 that knit fibres of theories.

She carries her stories, 

While they carry legends of inventions and discoveries.

She is the boiling milk,

Taken off the stove,

And mixed with cinnamon

To loose it’s colour, forever.

-ekanika shah.

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A lonely world and other poems— book review

“A lonely world and other poems”, by Himanshu Goel is a perfect combination of inclusions and exclusions, of sadness mingling with hope, of a longing and rejection of home.

 It beautifully lays down the extraordinary situations in the life of every ordinary human. It swiftly blends the tales of being compelled into loneliness to wanting, yet rejecting to come out of it at the same time. 

I confess, it is one of the most relatable and captivating poetry compilations. The compilation is a lot of things—home, hope, severity and rivety. It lays naked the fact how the world is full of happy people with festered souls. You may go into a self-introspection mode by the end of this beauty. Ever wondered, how we let things happen, see distances increase and still lie back in the fear of being vulnerable?

It would open you to the strangeness of silently seeing yourself become someone you don’t want to and do nothing about it. It’s a realisation that the loneliness trapped inside of you is beautifully tragic. You will experience being a passionate person lost into a labyrinth that leads no where. The hard-hitting end is captivatingly painful. It’s the place where you’ll find imperfections being glorified better than beauty, society being questioned so blatantly and yet so poetically.

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His mother was a darling sister of a cruel brother,

The one who was brutal, and, never thought of others.

This was the day of her wedding, the day she experienced ecstasy,

The happiness lasted just for a little, it was the time for the biggest prophecy.

His parents were thrown inside the prison, just for the cruel deed of killing the little ones,

The massacre, the infamy, the biggest sin, that happened once.

This was the day of his eighth incarnation; the entire earth was filled with joy and thrill,

The divine power was here now; the pot of wrongdoing was now filled.

His boyhood was full of mischievous pranks,

 Still was adored in the river banks.

This was the time of saying goodbye, to those lovely peeps,

To make imperfect things perfect which were in heaps.

His life long journey never ended at a single place,

But, situated a city that enemies could never trace.

This was the time for the biggest battle, 

Which ruined the life of many innocent people.

He gave the lesson of Bhagavad Gita to his dearest one,

His love for him was so pure that was more than his son.

The sorrowful mother cursed the divine power,

Now, he has to face the moment of ending his vigour.

Be never died in heart of his devotees,

His acts were still alive holding the worthy.