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“An Empty Chair” By  Pratiksha Misra From morning cereal, To an evening affair, What never was around, Was an empty chair.. From an angry state, To a cry for an extra bread to spare, What never was around, Was an empty chair.. From the fresh water fish, To the piping hot biryani, Served in a silver dish, From crying babies, To toddler care, From trying outs, To wedding outfits, What never was around, Was an empty chair.. From laughter roar, To midnight chuckles, From quieter score, To quilted giggles, From a spicy gravy, To sour taffy, From bitter to sweet, There was always dessert in the fridge, And a smiling nudge at the topmost layer, What never was around, Was an empty chair.. Now since you are gone, There is no winner at the dinner, No one asks what you would Like to eat, No one sits and repeats, How a dish tastes, It all ended too soon, How is that fair? That now instead of you, What we have is an empty chair.. *On this occassion of Thanksgiving, what my family craves for is ...
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Sometimes I Like.......

Sometimes i like hiding from myself ,
sitting  in my closet where the world can't reach me .
Standing underneath the shower all drenched ,with closed eyes ,
without any thought pinching me .
Where i can see only me....

Sometimes i like the poignant shore ,
my feet in the sand going deeper,as i feel the waves .
The celestial waves which come rushing upto you ,
as wants in our lives when fulfilled , never cease to want more.
Where i can see how greedy i am....

Sometimes i like the hush sky,
my eyes often catch the glimpse of the bustling clouds,
they  blend onto each other  to form a whopping one.
As our hopes crowding us gradually  rises to a lot of expectations.
Where i can see my hopes piling up....


Sometimes i like the little birds chirping on my window,
gazing at them makes my heart filled with joy ,
hopping together in the cherry tree,
slicing food with tiny beaks among their fellow mates,
as often do we forget to share and spare time for our friends who meant a lot for us one day,
Where i can see the friends i missed out....

Sometimes i like the rains,
the downpour which makes the splashing tip tap noise ,
which shuts all other sounds rambling within ourselves,
what remains is the silence and calmness of the water while it touches the earth,
the sight of  blooming flowers twittering with their smiling flair,
Where i can smell the simplicity and innocence of the inner me.......










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