poems

A piece of the puzzle that doesn’t fit in

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Emotions flow like gurgling streams

rushing through my veins like lucid dreams

I am forlorn in these thoughts of mine

Head empty and just living for the divine

Sometimes I feel nothing,

at the same time, I feel everything 

A piece of the puzzle that doesn’t fit in

Try as I might 

I easily lose sight 

Maybe it’s just me, maybe it’s everyone

maybe this is what we all feel

but try very hard and succeed to conceal

Sometimes the answers’ right there in front of me 

but yet its something I cannot see

Maybe some answers are not meant to be found

and to our fates, we are all bound

Someday the veil shall be lifted

and through this fog, reality will be sifted.

-Niyati Parab

Sometimes I wish for a guide

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Sometimes I wish for a guide

Something by which I could abide

Something that told me whether I was wrong or right

Something that told me whether my future is dark or bright

Wouldn’t life be simpler?

If only it had a bit of structure

Sometimes it’s all too complicated

I wonder if my decisions are good or ill-fated?

Sometimes I wish to see in black and white

Then my thoughts wouldn’t have to frequently fight

Hence, I wish for a guide

Something by which I could abide.

-Niyati Parab

Love & Pain

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Why do we love the ones that hurt us?

Why is it so hard to leave?

Haven’t we learnt our lessons in pain?

Knowing fully well, we have nothing to gain.

For some love is simple, for some it’s complicated

For some it’s a miracle, for some it’s ill fated

For some it’s freedom, for some it’s a cage

For some, it ends quickly, for some in old age

They say we are too young to love

But is it because of age or the wrong one we chose?

For in love there is only one key

If it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be.

-Niyati Parab

The task

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The task was arduous

in some ways hazardous

the task was monumental

one could say even detrimental

but put on those shoes I must

my raincoat I readjust

the thunder didn’t phase me as much

as the thought of stepping in that mulch

Oh I wish I could stay indoor

going out seemed like a tiresome chore

but put on these boots I must

cause to these hunger pangs I must answer first

Like a fool I hadn’t stocked up on the groceries

If I had I wouldn’t have had such worries

So grabbing my bag I take a leave

A weary sigh I heave

As I trudge in the pouring rain

with every breath I battle the fierce terrain

Suddenly I stop, dead in my tracks, halfway to my destination

A thought crosses my mind, hit with a sudden realisation

I had taken all, but

I had forgotten my wallet.

-Niyati Parab

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An Odyssey

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I step out and see

a mass but not really one

anxious of what might be

all of us swirling in a big cauldron

the slightest touch makes us slip away

towards nothing, away from them

be it night or be it day

the news is riddled with mayhem

I pray for those who have fallen prey

those who couldn’t get through

those who in these times have lost their way

and those who are feeling that everyday blue

But somehow we must carry on

keep our strength and move past

the world we knew has gone

but we must hold on to our sinking ship’s mast.

-Niyati Parab.

Distractions

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Sometimes I wonder what my purpose is

I wonder indeed

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is it to find myself or help people in need

but before I wonder and ponder deep

a notification takes away my attention

and I look at my phone to see what it has to say

and my musings are left for another day

-Niyati Parab

Thunder

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Thunder rumbled

an old house trembled

the children in the house shivered with fear

a weak candle lit near

it started pouring

the thunder still roaring

the children snuggled deep into a blanket

watching the rain through a window which was tinted

as their mother read them a bedtime tale

about Willy the whale

the children soon fell into a deep slumber

the thunder turning into a fading rumble
-Niyati Parab

The rope

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There’s a rope hanging over usRelated image

to prevent us from sinking in an ocean of darkness

Most of us assume that one must hold tight to the rope

and get pulled out by it

but that is where we are erroneous

in reality we have to climb the rope

The rope is there for you

but you must make the effort

you have to pull yourself out

The sooner you realize that

the faster you can ascend

towards a better future

which is waiting for you, up there in the light.

-Niyati Parab