Stories of the Blue Skies

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Bright blue skies,

Telling stories during sunrise.

Of love and hope,

It's like peeping in a kaleidoscope.

Fascinating and fun,

Infinite, yet one.

Marvellous and majestic,

These skies are mystic.

As beautiful as art,

Magically set apart.

Spectacular unbound skies,

Like a delightful surprise,

Go on with untold tales of twilight,

Embracing a brand new starry night.

Dreamy and designed,

Indefinite, yet defined.

Beautiful and boundless skies so blue,

You've become my muse, I admire you.

Starry starry skies; Starry skies!

You bring me smiles that reach my eyes.

© Ishita Kinra

Her dream come true...!

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Far and far away she went,

In the deep, dark, dense woods.

And there she discovered...

Dim yellows as the dawn broke.

Slowly and swiftly she waded,

Across the calm, clear, coastal waters.

And there she created...

Clues of blue as the water rippled.

Sunshine kissed her as she smiled...

Like rubies, her eyes.

Golden locks curling down her shoulders...

Her beauty, like sunflowers wild.     

Crooning a tune, she went on,

To weave dreams of hereafter.

She felt so new...

Like a dream come true!

© Ishita Kinra

Unbound Boundaries

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Nothing is definite, nothing is confined; 

When it is within me, it is undefined. 

It takes me beyond the horizon, 

And above the starlit skies; 

Imagination is a weird thing, 

An unbound deep ocean to dive in. 

I jumped into it and never got back. 

They're telling me it's five past nine, 

But for me there ain't no time. 

These are nothing but the unbound boundaries of mine.

Within me and around me

Infinity surrounds me

Of vivid colors and lucid dreams

My thoughts build up this world for me

An eternal love affair, with this world I got in. 

Getting lost in love, I found me.

They're telling me it's a dream, an illusion!

Never knew I'd get addicted to freedom.

It's a bittersweet intimacy, high on crimson wine, 

Not for sale even for a million dimes.

These are nothing but the unbound boundaries of mine.

© Ishita Kinra

My Sky

Poetry, according to me can be interpreted in several thousand ways by different people with unique perceptions. I won't mention in what context I wrote this, because I am sure each one of you will find your own unique interpretation of 'My Sky'.  And, yet again, this one comes straight from the heart. :)

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When the sky was shuffling hues,

Gold and, orange, and not just blues.

Damn! It left me awestruck,

I ain't no more in the shuck.

So sky, the unbound home of the free,

Be my canvas, you gotta agree

That I am the red of rainbow

And I am the blue too, I know

I got the silver shimmer of moon

And I am the mighty star’s boon

So let me paint myself onto you,

My colors, all brand new.

When the sky was shuffling hues,

Gold and, orange, and not just blues.

Damn! It left me awestruck,

I ain't no more in the shuck.

So sky, the unbound home of the free,

Be my playground, you gotta agree

That I am the silver lining of clouds

And I am the thunder so loud

I am the the wind, I am the storm

I am unique, I ain't the norm

As I am the March blizzard

For me, conquering you ain't hard.

When the sky was shuffling hues,

Gold and, orange, and not just blues.

Damn! It left me awestruck,

I ain't no more in the shuck.

So sky, the unbound home of the free,

Be mine, just mine, you gotta agree

As all I've ever wanted is you

To make my dreams come true

You belong to many, I've known

But you are, for each, his own

I'm living to make you mine

To lit you up with my unmatched shine.

So sky, the unbound home of the free,

Be mine, just mine, you gotta agree!

Be mine, just mine, you gotta agree!

© Ishita Kinra

Faces

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They pass across as I stand beside a tree,

Under whose shade anyone can hardly see,

The face of mine which holds an umpteen expressions,

Of happiness, love, dismay and confessions;

Resultant, while my eyes gaze at their faces,

So only a mixed feeling my face embraces.

They come, they go; the preoccupied

In millions they are, showing faces all occupied.

To absorb their expressions, I stand hidden in foliage

But none among them notices my lost visage.

A day'll come such... whispers hope to me,

When one amongst them'll come full of glee;

And he'll gaze back at the face yonder,

Of mine to make me grow of him fonder.

As that gaze'll channel my muddled thoughts

To his heart and I'll no longer be caught

In the umpteen expressions which hold my heart;

A new story then, will start!

© Ishita Kinra

I Meet Myself

Yet again, thoughts just flow and I put them on paper. This one's straight from the heart.

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I look outside the window,

And the world is under my feet.

I fly with pride; I'm a sparrow.

It's only blithe and merry that I meet.

I walk on a sylvan lane,

And the freshness fills in my heart.

I travel with hope; zeal I gain

To touch the horizon, as it appears in art!

They watch me fly, they watch me hope.

Who live for illusions, those.

They watch me free, but they are entangled in a rope.

Illusions and lies are the things they chose!

I sing, I dance, I roam in the space

I dive in a river, I splash in a stream

I fly in the sky with love and grace

I meet myself in my dream!

© Ishita Kinra

Beyond Insanity

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Each day would have been bright,

If what I like would have been right.

Can't explain how pleasurable it feels,

To have an orange along with its peels.

What I mean is not what it may seem, 

To taste the essence, just reflect its gleam.

And when you do so, you'll find it true,

Somewhere there exists a tomato in purple hue!

Gravity holds us to the ground, said Newton yesterday.

What if I root it out from the earth today..!

Is that what you'll consider to be free?

If yes, then I'll throw a jamboree

And celebrate my success of making you believe,

In the insane thoughts which I often weave!

© Ishita Kinra