Dinakshi

Dinakshi

शायरा | Writer | Poetess | ਕਵਿੱਤਰੀ | ਲੇਖਿਕਾ | लेखिका | شاعرہ

My Poetry

Puzzle

She was late by two minutes to give him breakfast He yelled at her She yelled at him She yelled at the maid He yelled at the doorman The maid yelled at the dog The doorman cursed under his breath So they lost ten more minutes He, to be on his way to the workshop on...

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Bubbles

Oh, this beautiful world of bubbles, I am in a bubble, You are in a bubble, Everybody is in a bubble. Oh, my bubble is better than yours, My bubble is prettier than yours, Your bubble is more colorful than mine, Your bubble is a bit nicer than mine. My bubble looks...

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Just Love…

Yes, I see rainbows Yes, the smile never leaves I smell roses that don’t exist Magic my heart believes It’s the way you look at me It’s the way you make me feel My heart goes aflutter My whole being wants to kneel Yes, I am high on love A little insane maybe It’s the...

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Sanil & I

The Tao of Sanil 8: Getting Born

After all the hullabaloo and hard work for Sanil’s 10th birthday party was over, and we were lazing about basking in the afterglow of job(s) done well, I asked him (a pretty simple and deserving question, I’d say): “So how did you like them? The first ten years of...

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The Tao of Sanil 7: What To Be or Not to Be

“So I have been blessed with this teacher and guide, who decided to be born through me. My son Sanil, 9 now, has always been full of inquiries, observations, deductions and theories… Ever since I can remember and ever since he started communicating, we’ve had these...

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The Tao of Sanil 6: Hug Away Grievances

Here’s another one of Sanil and I in the car. The song was playing on radio. To Sanil’s utter bemusement, I prefer to listen to old Hindi songs. Not that I don’t try, I really do, but somehow I cannot stomach new songs… especially when they are not being played in a...

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