ASKING MY KEYS BACK

ASKING MY KEYS BACK

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You found the keys to my heart

Unlocked the door walked in.

You dusted off the unused house,

Opened the windows, let it begin.

You set up the gas stove, cooked delicacies.

The aroma of your love, spread throughout.

Crease on the carpet, you straightened.

The ones that had accumulated without.

Then came the night, when you wore the dress

Spread the rose petals, set the bed.

Lights were turned off; it was pretty dark.

Yet, for the first time, my heart glowed bright red.

The house that had never been inhabited,

Was finally full, satisfied, well-fed.

The twist of fate, but, came uninvited

A storm shook up our roots, leaving us bereft.

You turned off the light, closed the windows,

Packed your bags, locked the door and left.

Each time I sent a note your way

The sound echoed back with no effect.

But you still have the keys to my heart.

You left it frothing and hopeful to claim.

The house is still owned by you

Even though it’s not on your name.

So now I’m asking my keys back,

Let someone open the door to the rain.

The void is relentlessly painful.

Let it get inhabited again.

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Next Poem

Hello there!

It's been a while since I released my last poem. I have been keeping really busy with my other affairs and couldn't possibly get to completing poems. So, I took a major hiatus.

But rest assured, the next work is going to be one of my more ambitious ones. I have been working on it very regularly, in small bits, adding intricacies over intricacies. I really hope you would like it.
Like my last four poems, again this would showcase a different style of writing and a different theme. It's mood would be very reflective of December. I hope you all like it.

See you soon! 

BYE, MISS U

BYE, MISS U :'(

Genre : Free Verse + Rhyme

"

I have memories of this place.

I made friends.

I made enemies.

I lived within the walls of this block.

In the corridor.

In the bathroom.

When I leave, I'll leave my mark.

On the walls.

On the doors.

My name, my message, with the marker.

'Bye, Miss U :('

'I will miss you, always.'

But don't think it's limited to these marks.

There are some other stuff that I would do.

I'm gonna write 'Don't Forget Us'.

And I'll make sure you don't do too.

I'll lock the almirah, flush the keys.
Take off the plug outlet of the geyser.

Cut the wires, set them free.

Break the commode, it's just a teaser.

Mind if I shut all the doors from inside?

Giving you a hard time opening them up.

Sufficing my sadistic mental disability.

'Hostel assistant? Warden? Wassup?!'

I'll steal, I'll destroy and cause you wounds.

'Cause for no reason I'm angry at you.

Weren't you already annoyed when I was here.

So I'll leave some marks that stick like glue.

My boys, my pals and the days we had had.

Memorable to bits, their dedication to cue.

I'm gonna miss the times we spent.

(And how I secretly spoilt them too. ;) )

"

Tut Tut. * Sigh *

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DEAR BEST FRIEND

Dear Best Friend

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Dear Best Friend,

How have you been?

I hope you're doing fine.

Haven't heard from you since.

I've been going down

That ol' memory lane.

Thinking about how

All of it began.

No. Neither to our friendship,

Nor to our spot-tree.

But to the knife,

That you used to stab me.

Pushing me down

Was your dire necessity.

To cover your own flaws,

Draw curtains over insecurity.

You mocked at my condition,

My diligence, my tireless run.

Spread your venom of lies

Filled the ears of my loved ones.

Naïve as I was,

I befriended you in every phase.

Unaware of the dark vile,

That hid behind your white face.

While I pulled you out of

The vicious death well,

You pushed me down the same.

Reciprocated so well!

You feigned guilty face,

Every time you were in need.

But band aids don't fix bullet holes

Here's a rant of your deed.

RAP verse

You talk that talk behind my back

I dare you now, look into my eyes

Now speak again, lemme hear you splash

Can't speak a word? Ran out of lies?

Or is it your dumb inferiority

Matching up to your insecurity

Imma let you speak, but you're empty

Better yet than your fake charity

Now listen up douche, hold yourself back

Get your issues towed up in a line

Did you lose the count? Couldn't even start?

My dear best friend now pay the fine.

So here's to burst your bubbles

You pulled the rug out beneath my feet

Thinking that I might fall.

Let me tell you, though unsuspecting,

I jumped before your call.

So goodbye.

Fare well.

Wish you all the luck.

And to your future victims too.

Regards!

Your non-victimized best friend

Shivam Murari.

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I DON'T LOVE YOU (I JUST LIKE YOU)

I Don’t Love You

(I Just Like You)

Genre : Lyrical

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You keep staring

From the corner of your eyes.

You look at me,

While I’m looking away.

When I look back,

You shudder and retreat.

Both of us know

What you are doing.

You drop hints about your love for me.

Come close, egg me into proposing you.

But you can’t make me fall in love.

‘Cause it’s clear that I don’t love you.

I just like your child-like smile,

Your innocent gaze,

Your caught-in-the-act

And then embarrassed phase.

The movement of your hands,

Stealing sights a few,

Giving a side glance,

I just like you.

Your friends,

They know all about this.

They are helping you

Bridge the gap between us.

Trying to get us

Into talking,

Trying to develop

The love that they can’t.

I might try to test the water.

Go close, then hold myself back.

No you can’t make me fall in love.

‘Cause I know that I don’t love you.

I just like your black spects,

Your glad days,

Your showing off

And then shocked face.

The sound of your voice,

The deep red hue

On your swollen cheeks,

I just like you.

No! This is not possible.

Not letting my guard down.

I’m preoccupied with my goals.

Love is the last thing on my mind.

You could climb the stepping stones to my heart,

Only to find a deserted mountain peak.

No you can’t make me fall in love.

It’s sorted out that I don’t love you.

I just like your child-like smiles,

Your innocent gaze,

Your caught-in-the-act

And then embarrassed phase.

Your leather jacket,

Your brown hair too,

Your tied plait,

I just lov---- like you.

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A great news people! My blog has crossed a 1000 views in less than 30 days. I consider this to be an important milestone considering the fact that this blog is not about something that is already famous. It consists of new ideas and original posts by the author/poet Shivam Murari (ME!).

This achievement could not have been possible without your support, my wonderful readers. The way you have encouraged me with your views, your shares, your likes, your +1s in unimaginable considering that this is my very first full-fledged blog where I have started putting up poems that I have written. So,  thank you a billion times for being there for me and providing me with the confidence to continue.

I am currently working day in day out on my Poem #2, which I am going to upload real soon.  The poem belongs to a genre that I have found real interest in, in the recent past and, hence, have written a lot of poems in that genre. So you might find that the next few poems are going to be very cohesive in nature as far as the genre is concerned.

The next poem is something very different from "To Draupadi". It deals with a topic which is just as universal as the issue discussed in the poem To Draupadi, but is of a completely different nature. It, unlike the matter of To Draupadi, has been discussed and written about by the poets since time immemorial and that is what makes this topic so cliche-prone. Yet I have tried my best to add pangs of music and mugs of new angles to the idea. I have tried to express it from a different perspective while ensuring the topic remains the same at the soul. I'm really excited to make you all read my next poem.

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TO DRAUPADI

TO DRAUPADI

[Disclaimer: The poem does not intend to hurt anybody’s religious sentiments. It is purely for the purpose of entertainment, art and awareness.]

[Note : - If you don’t know who is Draupadi, read below the poem to find out.]

© Mahabharat

 You are not a slut.

You are not a whore.

You are not what people think.

You don’t deserve the abhor.

You didn’t choose polyandry,

It was a nonsensical fate.

A man’s sly desire,

But you get all the hate.

We hail Karn’s sacrifices.

We all feel his pain.

He is held like a hero.

Yours go in vain.

When the rules of a game

Became bigger than your honour.

The respected men, shame,

Pushed humanity to a corner.

Turned a deaf ear to your screams

As you were disrobed to their gaze.

The honourable men errant extremes

But dirt is shoved in your face.

A symbol of rape victim

Slut shamed by the society.

A fodder of the chauvinists,

A pacifier of their insecurity.

But you don’t need our sympathy,

You are fire in disguise.

The sexism,however, is thriving

So I incessantly despise.

You are not a slut.

You are not a whore.

You are not what people think.

You don’t deserve the abhor. 

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This is Shivam Murari, a poet, a writer, a thinker (by default). First things first, this is my first experience at blogging, so I might commit some unavoidable, inevitable mistakes. I anticipate your forgiveness for that. I will try my best to continuously get better at it.

What You Might See Here

Everything from poetry to think-pieces, from articles to short stories (and if it goes well, novels too!). I have been writing right from the age of seven. Ever since, my writes have ranged from drama to horror to pop culture to thoughts on life. So basically, I am just saying you can expect some really versatile topics being covered on here.

Who is Shivam Murari?

Shivam Murari is a student, currently studying in one of the finest institutes of India - BITS Pilani (Goa Campus), a college of his dreams. He loves to write poems, loads of them. He usually gets very random ideas, which he thinks are pretty cool, and in the process of writing them, the write ends up being very different from, if not opposite of, what he started with.

Previous Writing Experiences

Like already mentioned, I have been writing ever since I was seven (i.e. for twelve years now). I have written almost five short novels, lots of stories, hundreds of think-pieces and over scores of poems. I must say, poetry is something that challenges me the most and hence it excites me the most and you follow the excitement triggers, don’t you?

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