poetry

How do you answer the question of who you are? Do you immediately rattle of your job title? Is that all you are?
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Dedicated to the kids in my life who remind me how far I’ve come on this journey and how detached I’ve become from the simple pleasures of everyday living.
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Our first family visit to the Taj. The monument was unchanged since I saw it two decades ago, but the Taj experience was completely different this time around.
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I visited my past while rummaging through some drawers in my parents’ house, laughing and crying sitting in this time machine.
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An estimated 100 million people are homeless worldwide. 100 million people who were like you and me at some point in their lives. 100 million people with pasts we readily discount. 100 million people with stories that start with “once upon a time…”
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You see a car I see the people inside You see a plane I see all those different lives Interconnected. You see a building I see relationships Birthdays, deaths And life in between. Inspired by Sam Javanrouh’s picture for October 24 on his blog Daily Dose of Imagery. Copyright secured by Digiprove © 2010 Mansi Bhatia
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I see you in the shower head bowed eyes closed standing still letting the water wash away your stress. I see you eyes glazed over staring into the technicolor images on the TV but not really watching anything. I see you watering the plants lost in your own world as you pluck out dead…
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I am not curvy or lady-like in physical appearance or mannerisms. I am ambitious and have a strong sense of self-worth. I snore I hate shopping I don’t like socializing. I hate doing the laundry and the dishes and am no fan of keeping things organized. I like hanging out with the guys And…
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One day in the year When you’re the center of attention King or queen for the day. As a kid Waiting to blow out The candles And cut the  cake Singing Happy Birthday To You For yourself Anticipating gifts Without a care For the careful wrapping Or the greeting cards Gleefully expending energy And…
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Your fingers pressing into my skin soft but relentless goading exploring touching feeling tirelessly working on those muscles that have tied themselves up tightly into knots from hours and hours of sitting on the computer typing straining my neck arched my shoulders tense not knowing relaxation for days on end and then your fingers…
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