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Writer’s Block


It happens with every writer,

when they try to knit the sweater ;

of muses designed in mind,

which while penning down doesn’t bind.

Sometimes they rummage for notions around search engine

and then try to  shot the words from mind’s gun,

but pouring of  thoughts sometimes get lock,

that is the world of writer’s block.

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A Garden of Roses (Tanka)

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Varieties of roses

White ,peach ,pink ,yellow and red.

Some  kissed by black ants

On others honeybees were sucking nectar.

Ignoring thorns on which roses laid on.

© Payal Tyagi

One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon instead of enjoying the roses that are blooming outside our windows today – Dale Carnegie

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Third Wedding Anniversary


Rhythm of my life had been through various trough & crests

before you entered in my life ;

where I was singing alone in melancholy

and only critiques were  listening

Rhythm of my life still goes through high and low notes

but now you are there to listen too,

so my heart is blissful  and my song has become mellifluous………

This is the epiphany of  musical journey of our real lives where two incomplete rhythms  complement each other and complete a beautiful song.

It was our third wedding anniversary yesterday so this poem is a little tribute to handsome soul of my life……




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Sonnets From A Wonderful Date

O’Love ! When I met you for the first time, grinning while staring  ;

My impalpable conscience told you are the one …… God chosen for future in writ,

The vibes amid by love and emotions, sputtering ;

The Bouquet of roses you bought with chocolates, melted my wit.

They said,….I am really fortunate and got you as gift,

Source: Sonnets From A Wonderful Date

~Payal Tyagi

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While walking On the lonely road my heart misses a beat

raking over, the ashes of the past on the street

where aloof moments  made me afraid of my own shadow

and my soul still shivers while thinking them of;


No,I don’t want to walk alone anymore

An independent  and aloof soul are two different shore,

May be I just need to change my ways

so that these lonely roads couldn’t follow my rays;


I  think it’s the time to find happiness inside me

and make loneliness jealous of thee

so that she may remain stay away from me

© Writings By Payal Tyagi