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Gowri Bhargav

I’m a certified storyteller, a writer/poet by passion and a perpetual dreamer. This blog is home to all my writings—stories, poetry, travelogues, book reviews and much more. Do show your love by reading and commenting.

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Artfully Aligned

Artfully Aligned

  After gathering in absolute chaos A thousand thoughts take flight And tether in ways quite intriguing… A word links with other levitating words and slowly grows into a sentence, A sentence in succession mutates into verses, Artfully aligning in ways quite...

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Tears of Angst

Tears of Angst

  Perhaps rain is nature’s desperate attempt to heal the world, Her loud outcry to express her pent up angst… The relentless acts that humans inflict, Wound her time and again by their physical acts, How pained she is by the inhuman deeds of man against man, With...

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My Hair Story

My Hair Story

  ‘Long hair is beautiful and a blessing ,’ people nonchalantly say, ‘My hair’ to others seems, an object of display! I wash, dry, oil, comb and let it sway, Glad that unseen remain a few errant greys, Braid it religiously taming every stray, Braving the hot,...

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My Wife

My Wife

  MY DEAR WIFE ( a fictional piece) As her lips curves on either sides of the cheeks, the dimples that bloom with a garden of flowers turn me meek, Her long braided hair when let loose to dance with the breeze, causes my heart to hopelessly flutter and at times...

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Earth’s Plea

Earth’s Plea

  There’s no dearth to the resources I provide, But the rules of nature you fail to abide, Will your greed ever subside? My hopes in you have long died. Your thirst for power increases day by day, Clouds pregnant with ego looms grey, The strong ones have turned...

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My Sunset Years

My Sunset Years

Lost I seem, during my sunset years, Abandoned by my near and dears, My home isn’t the home it used to be, The warmth has faded into winters icy. The framed pictures on the mantelpiece, Seem like cherished moments from fictional movies, People whom I once called...

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