Author: Neha
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The Dream
That bright blue skyMust hit every eyeWith a slightly different blue Who would’ve thought that my shade of blue,Wouldn’t be shared with you? Who’ve known one day my blueMight be faded or grey-scaled,Covered from view. Who will tell me if my eyes are wrong?How can I trust them blindly still,For how much longer will I play…
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The Bay Window
Like a graceful swan’s neck,it stands in an arch of white A clear centrepiece,a strong witness I could get used to seeing the world one sill at a time,bordered with white trim If it could talk,how it’d delight a crowd!The stories ofour bay window. It’d tell you about evening chaiand produce bits of Aloo Bhujia…
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The Transient Interactions
I try to hide it, but stairs always wind me.I climbed the stairs to where you were.Wiping the traces of sweat from my face,I saw your silhouette. Transiently, we existeda shared decision bringing us together.And almost robotically, we left.So easily, and so cleanly. Each meeting is like crossing through a doorframe.When we enter, maybe we…