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Echoes of Nilan

1. Smell of Jasmine I wasn’t looking for anything that day.Just air that didn’t reek of engine smokeand maybe a decent filter coffee,and silence on a quiet bench at the beach. But I saw her—mid-argument with a fruit vendor,mango in one hand, disdain in the other.Something about the way she stood there—elbows sharp, eyes laughing—it…

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Home

To the waves it is the shore, To a toddler it’s the toy store… To a baby, it’s mother’s cradling hands, To a bird, perched on a tree is her nest… Sun rises and journeys tracing an arc, when sky turns orange, it goes back, for the Moon to leaves its own abode, and go…

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Silence

It isn’t void, it’s full of answers… It is the slumber, that nourishes wisdom… It is a moat, yet it connects souls… It might seem vacuum, yet is a great source of strength… It can express pain, it can offer ignorance… It can be mistook, but can never be misquoted… It can be the amplifier,…

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People

Unwind the thread      and let it go Embrace the spindle      and let it stay It is thread      that is the falling leaves It is spindle      that is the root and trunk It is thread      that is the painting on canvas It is spindle      that is the brush bearing all stress Threads, leaves and paintings      are…

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Mother

She is the first to be up and about, When you are still basking in dreamland She has your meals figured out, When you are slacking, and lagging behind She has an uncanny knack to discern, When to talk, and when to listen She brings a skill for you to learn, In a fiery storm…

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Reflections

It isn’t the chore, it isn’t the dough It is joy that is life’s greater ploy Some days when chips are down You feel pensive for no single reason Nights are sombre, days are gloomy Seasons are mundane and you feel arcane You want to rewind and go back in time You want to relieve…

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