Laya Bajpai

Your mesmerizing smile
warms me from within
It is soft as it spreads all across your face
And makes your face glow with warmth
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When the heart is broken
What are you left with?
A cauldron of emotions
Memories that ever so softly
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As I go through my writings,
I sift the content to separate the grain from the chaff
Poems written in half stupor or as the mood took me
I look for fine lines and beautiful thoughts.
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I'm standing at the crossroads of life
Dithering between moving forward or staying rooted to a spot.
Looking fondly at the past.
The past that holds myriad emotions
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When is life at its best?

Is it a journey or a conquest?
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There's smoke in the air
I walk stupefied;
For, I just witnessed a horrendous sight.
A thin, weakling child, clinging to an equally young mother.
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My first kiss was like a rod pushed inside my mouth
I was filled with revulsion
All that saliva pouring into my mouth
He told me
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I struggle and struggle
Yet no results,
Still, I am not beaten
My endurance can be summarized thus
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A woman I am wavering and moist.
Shaken by the triflest of turmoils.
Yet I am strong from inside,
Though soft as butter I appear from outside.
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Ah! Womenfolk, the enigmatic inhabitants of this world.
Many a poet has spent his pen in unraveling this enigma.
Are they truly enigmatic characters?
Or are they humans of flesh and blood?
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Once you are finished
There is no looking back
The only way out is forward
There is no dithering from here
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As I stand there I feel a shadow walking out of me
Is it me or is it someone else in bright red lipstick?
I stare watching my shadow do her frolics
Is it me or someone else doing the antics?
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While treading the roads of life,
What is the throwback...
Happy, joyous, enticing experiences
Filled with joie de vivre
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Another day has gone by,
Am I satisfied with the outcome of the day?
Was it a typical day?
Filled with laughter and good cheer
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The silence between us rings louder than any bell.
We stand there staring at each other but not a single word passes our lips
The silence is so palpable you could hold it with your hands
Why this silence you may ask, is it ego or shyness, hesitation?
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Days of unrest and sleepy nights

Why is life without respite?
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One step at a time
One new experience at a time
New souls, new meetings,
Each one promises to embrace me with love, emotion and kindness.
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Bespectacled me, Bespectacled me
Peering through my glasses at the world
What do I see?
Sharp clear pictures, clear images
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I write.
But what do I write?
I write about the feelings of the heart.
The unrest assailing my mind.
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You inspire me to live life to its fullest
You fill me with hope and feel good emotion
I who have been denied happiness and fulfilment in life
See it in your eyes, open arms and warm kisses
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