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Dream

Dreams Though perennial, theirs was a fleeting love affair,“Where art thou? Please come back. I’m scared.”The frightened little girl sobbed, looking for himIn a vast edifice, akin to an ancient Roman Colosseum! She was recklessly searching for him lost in a labyrinthAs always he vanished and she kept on screaming‘Yes! It’s you! I know it’s you! She conferredwith the side contours of his visage before he disappeared… I jerked, opened my eyes all soaked in sweat, and screamedThe little girl was my confrère in sleep in my amicable dreamAsleep but not oblivious of the unslept, unsleeping, elsewhereLost in the labyrinth of life was none other than my father! I saw the dream in monochrome hues as alwaysColorless, in all possible shades of blacks, whites, and greysA dream of him..pleasing yet unpleasant, unslept unsleepingA dream within my kinetic dream was sprawling! He thawed my frosty self in those frigid wintersMollified my…

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Desideratum , Daya Shankar Mishra, Advocate

  Desideratum, the Tawny Teak Chair…   I was decluttering my house of those amassed memories… Worn out clothes, broken toys, torn books… And some dried flowers buried in those senile dairies… All that’s passé collected through years while I was vindicating my soul Then, I thought of cleaning the debris of my heart as well.   Sitting so calm on your tawny brown teak chair, You stopped me, your daughter. You said, it’s your father’s reminiscence, It holds true as a slice of heirloom, an inheritance. A hundred years old, timeless and perennial… Not merely paraphernalia.. Not only a furniture, a piece of timber “It will be there when I am gone”, What you said, I still remember.   How you told me to retain all the memories, all wounds And I am keeping them hitherto close to my heart. All the clutter that’s faded and aged Aged more…

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Jabong #dandydad contest

The day pixie was born, the king felt like the proudest dad of the universe. ‘Twas a celebration time for both her paternal and maternal families as she was the first baby of her generation. Declared the princess of the kingdom, she had got all the pampering, patronage and possessions a princess could get and was the ‘apple of the eyes’ of her parents. Unlike other princesses, she was not fully dependent on the menials but was given proper attendance, attention and existence by the king himself. All her impossible dreams and demands were fulfilled by the king in his most possible manner. “Daddy, I want those midnight stars in my lap. NOW…!!!” And, the very next hour, the king himself bought the most glittering dress available in the town in the midnight blue hue. Princess pixie was in the prettiest most pursuit of life, then one fine day, king…

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