# Poetry

Poetry soothes one’s senses as it captures the repressed and the inexpressible. Sometimes, it paves one’s way toward self-healing, in other times it enraptures the sweet, sensual cravings that the brain ‘shushes’ but the heart ‘tells’. This section is for those who have their poetic glasses on and can account for the world as they see. Mix your perceptions in our own berry world, and we’ll create a masterpiece!

Pieces from the category:

I Water-like, free flowing, sunlit Soft clay being What do I call you but human Of eight springs, till my eighteenth one Unlucky perhaps
Rising sun with wide morose, Bright day turns uncanny and horror. No trace of lives neither a tiny fly, A bitter seclusion devouring the
Neon windows Through which every night passes like millennium. The last shop which sold coronations, I saw the ukulele man pull the shutter down.
The lady with a swan the lady with fruits and lo and behold even a bishop amongst them! I admired them all as I
I killed the girl I used to be, For the one they want me to be. I took away her smile, That she gave
How could you look at her like that? How could you ignore, those beautiful eyes Full of dreams? How could you not see, Those
Don’t tell me if this road is difficult. I have been patient for long. Just tell me, if it reaches there. Where my heart
Once we fell into the deepest troubles, We were rudderless, Spiritless, Lifeless. Then there came a nietzschean ‘Superman ‘ All powerful, Vigorous, Indomitable, Cheerful
I’m a mother I feel and fathom the pain of other Living a life full of love and compassion, This is the way of
When I was still a child, And illusions seemed too good to be true Dad used to show me some magic tricks Including card

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