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Painted With Words
painting the blankness with words, running metaphors, morphing emotions, jolting thoughts, enunciating lights, silent moon, cold nights, smiling flowers, lost seasons and about words that can paint them. So let’s picture them.
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Sleep
Sleep
Where does it come from? Where does it go?
Vaghawan Ojha
Feb 10, 2020
Drift
Drift
Have I drifted, From wills after wills, Desires after desires, To sit here in this hollow, With the meek face of death, rocking my…
Vaghawan Ojha
Aug 21, 2019
Following Shadow
Following Shadow
Hanging memories in their face, They pass by me, Passerbys, Almost a smile for a “Hello”, I change the shape of my chin, Inside the…
Vaghawan Ojha
Aug 21, 2019
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Rain
Rain
In this dripping rain, I find myself descending, Into a great hollow, Without a radius,
Vaghawan Ojha
Jul 10, 2019
Summer Evening
Summer Evening
With soothing zephyr of this warm summer evening, I listen to the sound of god, Resonating each petal of coarse grass, Where we would put…
Vaghawan Ojha
Jun 18, 2019
Screech
Screech
In your screech, You would sing The indecipherable lines of your longing, What makes you long, Giving you the very existence, In this…
Vaghawan Ojha
May 21, 2019
Spring Winds
Spring Winds
Far away it rains, And the cold winds, Blows and whisper The story of every moor it passed through;
Vaghawan Ojha
May 21, 2019
Grave
Grave
You walk sideways Where the leftover shadows of the passerby Still mingles like a mid-day song that you kept humming, Passing the shade…
Vaghawan Ojha
May 21, 2019
Murky evening by the shore
Murky evening by the shore
In this dark stream, Your cries lost in its cyclone, How would you recall the mighty face of hope? Whom would you remember in your last…
Vaghawan Ojha
Apr 28, 2019
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Old Trees
Old Trees
The damp coarse bones, Stands rigid in the storm, In the comings and goings Of these rain, embracing the new seed, While these old…
Vaghawan Ojha
Apr 25, 2019
Void
Void
Even in the soirées of my youth, A darkness haze my grandeur, Like a lonely thrush suddenly fallen in earth By a mighty storm,
Vaghawan Ojha
Apr 20, 2019
For Her
For Her
So where would you Little angel find your world, Not in the anguish of all these people Claiming you as their own, Not in the thin hope…
Vaghawan Ojha
Mar 30, 2019
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