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Varsha Halabe

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This is a collection of poems some written spontaneously, and some on prompt. All of them are an expression of my being, thoughts, and philosophy.

Das E-Book Poetry Plume wird angeboten von BookRix und wurde mit folgenden Begriffen kategorisiert:
mind, people, places, food, thoughts, feelings

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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2012

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Varsha Halabe

Poetry Plume

Dedicated to my parents, husband, and daughters who encourage me in their own weird ways.BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

A Communication Twonnet*

*(A Sonnet has 14 lines – so this Twin Sonnet – 28 lines - so called Twonnet) The swoosh of the toilet flush In the early morning hour Breaks the eerie night silence Who’s there? I ask Only to hear footsteps And creaking floorboards The house is not haunted I am assured Then maybe just my mind Playing nasty tricks But the toilet flushing Isn’t that too loud a noise? Or maybe just my imagination Going wild! There is a lingering lethargy A constant sapping of energy The Feng-shui has gone all wrong Perhaps, or just the mind-set Stuck in an arroyo Not able to let go They say there has to be a bond To be able to communicate But some are just sagas Endured, burnt and endured again Who am I? Who is she? None other than crafted souls Some questions are mere ponderings To dwell on and liberate

Apologies to the Deserving

Fathomless, treacherous horizons The dos and donts The etiquette, the manners Curbing, controlling, calling Assuring, assuming, accusing A ritual all A tactful thank you A pleasing please A submissive sorry Create magical music And yet to some, for some These are delicacies Coming to think of it Do all deserve these fortitudes? Aren’t some folks just amiss? Why not be a Roman in Rome And rise from ritual For those few, foundering ferals?