The Waif From The Book

Once upon a time, a girl fell into a book. Lost she was afore, she found her place in its folds. A new life she weaved for herself with its words, Master and slave, she became the centre of this world. Erelong the book came to an end, And as the last of the gossamer…

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Souvenir

  Give me a kiss, As a souvenir; Not jewels, not paper, not silks, But this fiery sensation Of your fingertips On the dip of my neck, And the seal of your love On my parted lips. Oh, give me a kiss As a souvenir. Just a kiss. Copyright ©2017 Pradita Kapahi. All rights reserved.…

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I Can’t Just Be Me

How can you ask me to be ‘just me’? I’m the biggest contradiction Of my own beliefs. I’m a sailor, I’m a pirate, I’m a cop and a thief.   I’m that notorious statesman Making policies that no one needs. As well as that bloke shivering in the cold Waiting to make a dollar, To…

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Hello, hello!

Good Morning People! It’s a wet, cloudy and cool morning here. The rains still haven’t stopped in Pune, even though it’s already autumn. This year has been weird in terms of weather. But when you have mornings like these, who’s complaining? 🙂 How’s the weather in your part of the world? Tell me in the…

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Denials: Not The End

Daily Prompt: Deny Treat not denials like the end, but like windows, To new destinations, awaiting an expedition. Like this man, to some known as Gandhi,  To others as the ‘Father of the Nation’.  That fated day, a denial born of racial arrogance, Became the seed of a revolution.  One denial that led to a …

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