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Anger

(Picture from the web is only for representation purposes only. Copyright lies with the artist.)

Wrought, with fear,
Taut lines, drawn near,
Cramped, feelings sear,
I feel caged.

Gossamer wings clipped,
Walls of Sanctum, chipped,
My dignity, stripped,
I feel maligned.

Now I lie in wake,
For reaper's sake,
Dressed in morose gear,
I await death.

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  1. R. Ramesh30 July 2011 at 12:39

    baapree...kya nikki..itna serious..:)

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  2. Nikita Banerjee30 July 2011 at 21:53

    @ R.Ramesh

    :)Yes. Been feeling so for a while.

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  3. R. Ramesh31 July 2011 at 18:58

    hey buddy...cheer up yar..am sure u r joking..

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  4. Sneha1 August 2011 at 15:47

    Hello Nikita, I've seen you've changed your blog template to black and seem upset... the poem does not give me positive vibes either... If it is the marriage hangover, I'm sure it'll set in after a while... If there's anything you want to share, feel free to write to me.
    Regards. God Bless.

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  5. Nikita Banerjee1 August 2011 at 18:26

    @ Sneha

    Thanks! :) I am okay now but surely reconnect with you once I am back to Mumbai in Mid August. How you doing?

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  6. Julia Smith1 August 2011 at 20:32

    Walls of Sanctum, chipped

    I like that line.

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  7. Nikita Banerjee1 August 2011 at 20:52

    @ Julia

    Thanks!

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  8. Rena2 August 2011 at 11:41

    I share the same views. Liked your blog very much.

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  9. S2 August 2011 at 12:19

    I'm fine, Nikita... Relationships do that to you, you know...Once while doing John Berryman's poems, our lit prof. mentioned it in class - relationships are soul cause of trouble!

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  10. Nikita Banerjee2 August 2011 at 17:48

    @ S

    Haha totally agree. Sometimes I wish we were granted the authority to choose our relatives as well. :)

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  11. Manpreet Bedi2 August 2011 at 17:58

    Deep, very very very deep, but i will say "this too shall pass." :-)

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  12. Nikita Banerjee2 August 2011 at 18:04

    @ Manpreet Bedi

    :) Thank you.

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  13. Erratic Thoughts5 August 2011 at 12:22

    Intense and nicely done...
    Life goes on,isn't it?:)

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  14. R. Ramesh5 August 2011 at 13:04

    manpreet said it well..nikki..u r a wonderful person...keep the cheers..

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  15. Nikita Banerjee5 August 2011 at 17:05

    @ Erratic Thoughts

    Thank you!

    @ R. Ramesh

    I have a wonderful friend in you as well! :)

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  16. tahera6 August 2011 at 19:06

    woah Nikita!! Thats some very serious stuff!! Hope everythings well...relations are difficult, but a bit of understanding goes a long way.

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  17. Adee7 August 2011 at 13:19

    very nice!
    i can feel the pain!!!
    though i don't understand the reason for this. hope all is well with u.

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  18. Nikita Banerjee8 August 2011 at 17:15

    @Tahera

    Thanks a lot!

    @ Adee

    This was just an expression of anger. Momentary. I am okay now :)

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  19. R. Ramesh9 August 2011 at 12:34

    hey buddy:)

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  20. pure9 August 2011 at 13:18

    nice use of words
    and the rhyme

    incidentally, have you seen 'the tree of life'

    it's kinda related. or so, i think.

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  21. Nikita Banerjee9 August 2011 at 19:10

    @ R. Ramesh

    Hello there!

    @ Pure

    Thank you! No, I have not seen the Tree of Life. Will look it up.

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  22. R. Ramesh9 August 2011 at 19:56

    nikkiii...just to say v r always with u...will catch up for ssure..god knows when..y not u and h travel to dubai to take a break..

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  23. Anonymous10 August 2011 at 13:05

    Nikita, this was deadly serious and haunting. My first reading of your poetry, and I'm very impressed by the depth of feeling expressed here. Sure, it's dark, but without darkness, we would not appreciate the light. Great write. Amy
    http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/08/10/i-heard-the-news-today-oh-boy/

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  24. Nikita Banerjee10 August 2011 at 16:57

    @ Sharplittlepencil

    Thank you Amy! :)

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  25. surabhi1 September 2011 at 16:36

    How did i miss this one!!

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  26. Nikita Banerjee12 September 2011 at 15:32

    @ Surabhi

    How did you? Lol. Hope you liked it!

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