The Poet’s Heart
Pooja Sharma
Copyright 2015 by Pooja Sharma
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Cover By Ashok Sharma.
Dedicated to my close friends and family.
Table of Contents.
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B
C
D
F
G
H
I
L
M
O
P
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About Pooja
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Acknowledgement.
A
A devil’s clone.
A flying sight.
A girl so real.
A wonderful sight.
Afraid.
Afraid of forever.
All I wanted.
Alone.
An echo.
Appealing lie.
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A Devil’s Clone
Beings in a battalion,
Desired to be driven,
While I sat alone,
Talked with my own bone,
As this plant nurtured,
I got so startled,
Thought a company is willing,
Being alone used to be my thing,
Ran after one and another,
Trying to find a soother,
Never thought I would turn into a deer,
Running in the fear,
So naive so alive,
Never desired to bribe,
Changed the whole concept,
Tried to alter my state,
Taught a lie was need,
Taught everything was in greed,
So frustrated so hated,
This flower was fated,
To be left alone,
So why dream of a companion?
Who is a devil’s clone?
But everyone is so prone,
To be,
A devil’s clone,
A family is need and deed,
This was my seed,
Went blind for a while,
Made a herd for a while,
I altered and altered,
Days became darker,
The heart was reeling,
Yet mind was complaining,
Ran after one and another,
Trying to find a soother,
Never thought I would turn into a deer,
Running in the fear,
So naive so alive,
Never desired to bribe,
Changed the whole concept,
Tried to alter my state,
Taught a lie was need,
Taught everything was in greed,
So frustrated so hated,
This flower was fated,
To be left alone,
So why dream of a companion?
Who is a devil’s clone?
But everyone is so prone,
To be,
A devil’s clone,
Beings in a battalion,
Used to be lions,
I had another fate,
And now I was awake,
Used to run after one and another,
Trying to find a soother,
Never thought I would turn into a deer,
Running in the fear,
So naive so alive,
Never desired to bribe,
Changed the whole concept,
Tried to alter my state,
Taught a lie was need,
Taught everything was in greed,
So frustrated so hated,
This flower was fated,
To be left alone,
So why dream of a companion?
Who is a devil’s clone?
But everyone is so prone,
To be,
A devil’s clone.
A Flying Sight
In the midnight light,
Sparkling so bright,
Silently strolled forward,
Yet something is heard,
An uncanny gust of wind,
Wearing a grin,
She knew the familiar scent,
It was her new trend,
Huddled close to the warmth,
Yet underneath her arms,
She felt a gentle touch,
Just a little too much,
For a while in her life,
She wished for a sight,
Just to see the source,
Of the sparkling course,
Blind were her eyes,
She wished for a sight,
Just a flying sight,
To see the light,
So bright,
Just a flying sight,
Too bright,
Incandescent was the source,
Eyes blinked once more,
Yet the cloud thundered,
Her eyes wondered,
She kept on strolling,
She kept on crying,
The warmth in her heart,
She wanted a start,
Yet she felt the warmth,
Underneath her arms,
She felt a gentle touch,
Just a little too much,
For a while in her life,
She wished for a sight,
Just to see the source,
Of the sparkling course,
Blind were her eyes,
She wished for a sight,
Just a flying sight,
To see the light,
So bright,
Just a flying sight,
Too bright,
Kept her grip tight,
She had her light,
The laugh was a sight,
That she felt without her eyes,
Huddled close to the warmth,
Yet underneath her arms,
She felt a gentle touch,
Just a little too much,
For a while in her life,
She wished for a sight,
Just to see the source,
Of the sparkling course,
Blind were her eyes,
She wished for a sight,
Just a flying sight,
To see the light,
So bright,
Just a flying sight,
Just so bright,
Yeah the flying sight,
Is so bright.
A Girl So Real
Running along the way,
In an awful sunny day,
Her breathing so discrete,
Yet the process was in repeat,
So rough was the street,
So cringing was the heat,
Sweat sparkling in the sun,
Palms wiping the burns,
Her mind was wandering,
Her eyes were watering,
She stayed for her sake,
For the glory intake,
She closed
her eyes,
And welcomed the skies,
Saw the flowers and hoes,
Along with the bows,
Cheering crowd,
Was surreal and aloud,
Nothing could stop her,
Dream was so clear,
She was a girl so real,
Just a girl so real,
Saw a dream surreal,
When she opened her eyes,
Had little cries,
Shook her head,
And followed the stage,
While along the way,
Saw the darkest day,
Clouds thundering aloud,
But she had heart so stout,
Her mind was the same
Her eyes watching for fame,
She prayed for her sake,
For the glory intake,
She closed her eyes,
And welcomed the skies,
Saw the flowers and hoes,
Along with the bows,
Cheering crowd,
Was surreal and aloud,
Nothing could stop her,
Dream was so clear,
She was a girl so real,
Just a girl so real,
Saw a dream surreal,
Slowly the day will come,
With the rolling drums,
Had faith and trust,
Like fairy-tale's pixie dust,
Her mind was steady,
Her eyes were ready,
She ran for her sake,
For the glory intake,
She closed her eyes,
And welcomed the skies,
Saw the flowers and hoes,
Along with the bows,
Cheering crowd,
Was surreal and aloud,
Nothing could stop her,
Dream was so clear,
She was a girl so real,
Just a girl so real,
Saw a dream surreal.
A Wonderful Sight
Laying on soft spikes,
Stared into the sky,
Portrayed the hidden dreams,
In the words so clean,
Tears were so fresh,
Wearing a dress,
And the cloud of smile,
Happiness she had to bribe,
World was a mean palace,
Saw only the shiny dress,
Beneath which had color so black,
Warming heart she lacked,
People around her,
Would play with her,
Would dart a dreamy gaze,
And make her eyes go haze,
A wonderful sight,
Just so depressed inside,
Never saw her true self,
She had a rock like face,
Inside a nightmare of height,
Just so depressed inside,
Yet a wonderful sight,
Heart like an iron,
Always held a siren,
Knew the true color,
Yet never bothered,
They must have been thinking,
She must have been drinking,
The water of gold,
But she wasn't bold,
World was a mean palace,
Saw only the shiny dress,
Beneath which had color so black,
Warming heart she lacked,
People around her,
Would play with her,
Would dart a dreamy gaze,
And make her eyes go haze,
A wonderful sight,
Just so depressed inside,
Never saw her true self,
She had a rock like face,
Inside a nightmare of height,
Just so depressed inside,
Yet a wonderful sight,
She danced,
She acted,
She walked,
She hated,
The gaze and phase,
And the lime chase,
But she made her chase,
World was a mean palace,
Saw only the shiny dress,
Beneath