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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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Fond Nostalgia

Fond Nostalgia

The autumnal leaves tinged with memories, Shimmer in hues that tug at my heartstrings, My childhood unfurls in bright tapestries… All symphonies susurrate, my heart sings Songs mirthful, 'bout dreams that had gilded wings. I flip the sepia albums once more, Reliving...

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The Enchantress

The Enchantress

A sinuous road led me to the woods deep, Beside a brook, 'neath a tree, I fell asleep, But soon, entwined melodies dulcet, in my ears did seep, A dainty damsel pirouetted, I felt my heart leap, An enchantress she was! I followed her.   Her ethereal face seemed so...

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Our Ardent Love

Our Ardent Love

Stories infinite we crochet every night, Passion brews amidst every eloquent verse, Our hearts hum melodies with promises bright, To the Elysian heights we fondly traverse, Celestial stardust spotlights our ardent love, The lucent moon showers blessings from above,...

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Embrace Our Choices

Embrace Our Choices

RAINBOW!  When a medley of colors lights up the sky, The somber clouds recede and slowly die. The trajectory of every color uniquely paints the firmament with glee, Analogous to the kaleidoscopic choices that we make, don't you see? We have wishes and desires just...

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I Can Feel Thee

I Can Feel Thee

  During the wintry days, harsh and cold, I can feel thee in the lingering smell of the cozy quilt as it's unrolled. During the quiet moonlit nights, with shadows and silhouettes as my eyes fight, I can feel thee in the placid moon-soaked river, heavenly in...

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The Morning Drill

The Morning Drill

The morning's come, oh no! It's the same drill, The boring rigmarole, it does kill, The dirty laundry gives me a wild stare, The undone dishes, stained, do glare, The errands to run are piled up like a hill.   The cooker screams, fuming hot is the grill, I just...

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