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Arundhati

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Is it too late to understand my mother?

A longing to absolve the guilt of shunning my mother, forgetting she was a girl once.

2d ago

Is it too late to understand my mother?

2d ago

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Blue Insights

Rain spoils

A free verse poem

Jun 25, 2023

Rain spoils

Jun 25, 2023

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Resistance Poetry

The Last Faith Standing

A poem inspired by Nietzsche’s views on faith

Aug 23, 2020

The Last Faith Standing

Aug 23, 2020

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Of Poetry and People

My Dying Art, My Dying Dream

NaPoWriMo Series Day-8

Apr 9, 2021

My Dying Art, My Dying Dream

Apr 9, 2021

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Of Poetry and People

All Consuming Silence

Loving me was enough to hate love

Mar 28, 2021

All Consuming Silence

Mar 28, 2021

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Of Poetry and People

The Bus Ride Home

Is full of observers and whisperers

Aug 24

The Bus Ride Home

Aug 24

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Blue Insights

An Island of Empathy

To be a lighthouse in an endless twilight

Aug 1, 2021

An Island of Empathy

Aug 1, 2021

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Of Poetry and People

God Is Dead

If there ever were one

May 12, 2021

God Is Dead

May 12, 2021

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Weeds & Wildflowers

No Last Goodbyes

Covid is still around, where is our common sense?

Apr 19, 2021

No Last Goodbyes

Apr 19, 2021

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Of Poetry and People

The PCube Post — Volume II

Of Poetry and People Newsletter #2

Apr 18, 2021

The PCube Post — Volume II

Apr 18, 2021

Arundhati

Arundhati

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I write because i’m aware of the power words have. I use mine to tell stories, rant on issues that bother me and turn my life and self into poetry.

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